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"Tell
me what it feels like for you when we're together,"
she asks.
I can't
believe she's asking me this. How do I answer? My
body is on cruise control during these moments. I tell her
that. She laughs. Cruise control can be good, she
says as
she pushes on my shoulders. I flip us over, letting her
take
the lead. I wasn't surprised when we made love for the first
time and she wanted to be on top. That's my Laura, always
in control.
That gives me an idea.
"It
feels like I'm not in control of what my body is doing,"
I
tell her, watching her grasp my penis in her hand. I'm not
quite ready, but Laura knows how to inflame me when she
feels inclined.
"Not
in control?" she asks, her thumb twirling around my tip.
I almost lose it but manage to hold back. I want to know
where she's going with this.
"Sometimes,"
I say, tugging her hips closer to where I want
her to be. "Sometimes I know every move I want to make
when I'm with you. I've thought it out carefully, allowing
for little improvisation."
"Like
when you plan a heist," she says. She understands.
"Do you draw it out on paper, too?" she teases still
holding
herself over me. It seems that control is not going to be
mine
tonight.
"Blueprints?
Really, Laura. You should know me better than
that." She lifts an eyebrow, stopping her stroking. I
hope this
means that she's ready to sink down onto me, but she scoots
back a little. My erection bobs against me and I'm almost
shaking from need.
"You
plan it out? All of it?" I can't tell if she's
worried or
amused. How am I supposed to make sense when I can
only think of one thing and that one thing is a few inches
too far away?
"Not
the small details, Laura, but sometimes I know what
I want, and I'll be damned if I'm not going to do everything
in my power to have it," I all but whine. She takes
pity on
me and starts to stroke me again. Ahhh.
"You
mean, you think of something, then that's how we
make love?" I can tell she's getting a little disappointed
in me now. Her hand stops stroking me, but she doesn't
let go. "Like now? Are we doing what you'd planned
out?"
Uh oh. I
am in trouble. "No, of course not. I didn't even
think you wanted to have dinner tonight, let alone invite
me to stay over."
"Oh,"
she all but pouts. "But sometimes, you have it
planned."
"Of
course," I answer honestly. "Don't you ever fantasize
about this?" I gesture between our bodies. She's still
got
me in her hand. Please, I silently plead... do something.
"You know I do," she finally answers.
"Don't
you ever sit at your desk and think about what
you'd like to do with me that evening?" Her hand flexes
around me, and I feel my body twitch. Doesn't she know
she's driving me loony?
"Sometimes,"
she whispers. "But, I never plan out the
whole evening."
"I
never said that I did either, Laura. Can't you scoot
forward just a bit?" She does, and now I'm flush against
her warmth. I'm closer, but still not where I want to be.
I have a feeling that she's intentionally teasing me.
"Sometimes I'll be thinking about you, imagining us like
this. Sometimes I'll focus on one thing."
She asks
me what thing, which is no surprise. She's a
stickler for details. I twitch again, and she asks me for
an example. How can this woman think straight when
I'm inches from being inside her? I start to give her an
example of a nice evening at my place. She's entranced
and starts stroking me again. I mention something about
"necking" on the couch and she leans over to kiss me.
Our tongues duel for an instant and then she's gone.
"... and then we move to the bedroom."
"Uh huh," she says.
"By
the time we reach my bed most of our clothing is gone.
You're in your panties and I'm in my boxers. You take my
hand, trying to tug me onto the bed, but I shake my head.
This isn't what I've been thinking about all day. Instead
of telling you, I show you. I motion for you to lay back,
and you do." I can almost smell her arousal growing,
and I feel her wetness on my leg. Please, I silently beg,
let me finish this story later... But, she's asking me to
continue.
So, doing
the only thing I can think of at the moment, and
I use the word "think" lightly, I continue. "I
lean over you
and we kiss for a while. A few minutes later I make my way
down your lovely body until I'm resting between your legs.
You hand me a pillow and lift your hips so I can place it
under you." Unbelievable. She moans. This story
of mine
is doing things to her I never thought possible.
"And,
you know what comes next, so to speak. But, I hold
off a little and kiss behind your knees. It tickles you,
and
you laugh, but soon your hands are in my hair, tugging me
to where you want me to be. I take this as a clue and decide
to investigate further."
This gets
a few chuckles out of her, and soon we're both
laughing. I never knew that sex could be this fun. Alright,
so technically we're not having sex yet, but it's obvious that
I'm happy just being with her. It's Friday night, and we
don't have to be up at the crack of dawn tomorrow if we
don't want to.
Laura pulls
me back to the present when she slides off me
and onto her back. I wonder if she wants a demonstration,
but she pulls me onto her and spreads her legs. I take the
hint and settle in place. Normally, I would tease her a little,
but I'm beyond teasing at this point.
Slowly,
I position myself and push my hips forward. Her
eyes close and her back arches in response to my presence.
We're still a little new at this, so I take it nice and slow.
The last thing I want is to cause her pain or discomfort
when we make love. I've never understood how someone
can be aroused by pain, and Laura certainly isn't the type
of woman who craves it. Finally, her body adjusts to mine,
and I feel her muscles slacken a bit. Still, we fit together
perfectly, just as we always have. Why did we think this
would be any different that anything else we had done
together? We're a perfect match.
"You
were saying..." she starts as I pull out so only the
tip of my penis is hidden inside her. "You were saying
something about investigating."
I stop long
enough to gather what little thought remains
north of my waist. She knows I can't hold conversation
well when I'm inside her. Still, she's determined and I'm
desperate.
"Anyway,
" I continue after a brief pause at her mouth
and a moment to gather my thoughts. "You tug my head
between your legs until my nose is practically inside of you.
I take this as a clue that you want me to get on with the
show-"
"On with the show?" she asks.
"You
know what I mean," I answer. At this point she's
lucky she's getting any commentary from me. Our bodies
have taken to the rhythm we've perfected these past few
weeks, and before I know it we're gasping and struggling
for control. She lets me flip us over.
I move my
arms from underneath her shoulders
and extend them fully. My chest lifts from hers, causing
more weight to press onto our groins. I love watching us
this way. Sometimes I even sneak a peek at where we're
joined. I've never been one for voyeurism, especially when
I'm a participant, but there's something about watching
us together that is so very attractive. It's almost as if
I can't
believe we're having actual sexual intercourse, so I have to
watch us in order to believe it. But, there it is in technicolor.
Laura sees
me watching and purposely circles her hips.
She's such a little devil in bed. For as long as it took
us to
get here, she's more than made up for the wait. My eyes
return to her face as I drop back down. I'm too old to finish
in that position anymore. My arms would scream for days.
She speaks again and asks me to continue with my story.
I open my mouth to speak, but she wraps her legs around
the back of my thighs. Doesn't she know that I know she's
close when she does that? She's not a screamer or a moaner.
My Laura lets me know she is close when she wraps her
body around mine. She wants to be as close to me as
possible when it happens, and I'm not one to argue.
"Ah...
well, I go down on you, spreading you open to taste
you."
"Yes,"
she pants into my ear. Yesyesyes... she practically
hisses. She's so very close.
"And..."
I try to begin. "An... and you're looking into...
the mirror. Watching. Us. You're watching me
as I make
love to you with my mouth." I finally finish my thought,
drained of any further conversational ability. What I just
told her has gone straight to the small bundle of nerves
that's controlling her body. Her hips pound against mine,
and a second later she freezes, wrapping her legs as high
on my back as she can reach. She bites my neck and groans
something that vaguely sounds like my name as her body
spasms around mine.
It's all
I can do to not follow her to bliss. Finally, her
body stops shaking and she lets go of me, falling back
to the bed. I stay pressed against her and drop kisses
onto her face as she regains her bearings. Yes, love, I
think. You're in bed with me, and we're having the most
incredible time.
She smiles,
as if she's read my mind, and tells me she
loves me. Well if watching the woman I love lose herself
in me isn't enough to make me cry, that definitely is. I'm
not even a crier. But, I smile one of those smiles that
sticks to your face and doesn't stop, then kiss her and tell
her I love her as well.
"I'm
so glad," she says. And, she is. She's had an
almost
permanent smile as well since I told her three weeks ago
that we needed to get over this 'bullshit', as I had called it,
and either confess our love and desires or check ourselves
into the asylum for the criminally insane. She didn't
question me, for once, and simply believed that I love her.
I've always known that people can change, and inconsistencies
are human. This time, she chose to believe me and go against
her norm. And, I love her for it.
"Move,"
she says, and I think she means for me to continue.
However, she has other plans and pushes me off her body.
I shudder at the loss of her heat but rejoice when she turns
over and spreads her legs. Ah, Laura, you are a truly
magnificent woman. She looks over her shoulder at me as
if to say "Well, what are you waiting for?" What
am I waiting
for?
I take myself
in my hand and guide my body back into place.
I don't think I've ever seen her this wet before, and I know
that talking is a wonderful turn on for her. This time,
however, is solely for me. I pull on her hips, and she gets
the message, raising to her knees before me. As submissive
as this position appears, she's still the one in control. I'd
be lost without her, and she gives me this incredible gift
freely because she loves me. I'm on my knees behind her,
and it's only a few hard thrusts before I feel my body tighten
as it prepares for release. I all but scream her name as
my
hips thrust into hers and then I freeze. Pleasure rips through
me, and I close my eyes at its intensity.
Minutes
pass and suddenly I'm aware of her under me. I
must have passed out. Laura murmurs my name as I pull
out of her body and settle on my side. Soon we're spooning.
I pull a sheet up over us as our sweat begins to dry. She
doesn't talk much right after we come. I think this is when
she's contemplating what we've done and reassures herself
that she's made the right choice with me. Yet, almost every
night she falls asleep in my arms and wakes beside me in the
morning. I'm not worried that this won't work. It's already
working. We're going to live happily ever after, just like
in
the fairy tales, I think as I feel myself falling asleep. Maybe
tomorrow I can slay a few dragons and save the princess from
the evil stepmother. Or, maybe I'll just spend the day right
here where I belong.
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The End