Water under the bridge

Part 18: The proposal

Part 18: The proposal

I wake up slowly. My body is sore, but in the best kind of way. It's the result of our frantic and desperate fucking..  We are always uncontrollable when we have been deprived from being intimate over a period of time. I won't call what we did making love..that will come later, when we have taken the edge off the burning desire we can't seem to control.
My eyes are still closed, but I feel him staring at me, probably waiting impatiently for me to wake up so we can continue this evening.
"What are you doing all the way over there?" I ask him in a hoarse voice, as I make room for him on the sofa.
"You needed to rest Baby and that wouldn't be possible if I was laying next to you" he says with a wink as he places himself behind me, spooning my naked body. "Hmm how long have I been asleep?" I ask him..."Just a little over an hour" he says in a voice that reveals that he is indeed ready for round two. I turn my head back and peck his lips and moan as I feel his warm naked chest against my back.
I feel completely satisfied and at peace right now, in this moment..it feels like old times, when the twins were small and we were forced to spend all night down stairs, making love and talking, without waking them up.
I feel his face nuzzle my hair and his hands start to wander, the one I'm laying on is moving towards my breast, the other slowly moving down my stomach. I know where it's going and I feel my wetness start to form just by his simple touch and the thought of what he is capable of doing to my body.

I inhale her, the heavenly scent of just her, mixed with the scent of me, and of sex. I can never get enough of this, of her...I will do everything in my power to make sure that this is how I will spend the rest of my life, laying here next to her, kissing her, making love to her and listening to everything she has to tell me. But right now I don't want to have a conversation, I only want to let our bodies speak their own language, that of endless love and sexual desire.
I caress her perfect body with my large hands, cupping her breast, massaging it while my other hand moves to her hot center. Her moans let me know that she is with me and a more than willing participant for round number two. Her ass wiggles against my already hard cock, making me growl and bite her shoulder. This time we are in no hurry to reach our intended goal, this time it's going to be slow lovemaking, taking our time to cherish and worship each other's bodies.
I palm her warm pussy and find her sensitive knob, putting light pressure on it while I make small circles with my thumb. Both of my hands are occupied at their favorite places, getting her body ready. My mouth starts to nipple at her earlobe and place small kisses at her pleasure spots along her long neck. We both move our hips in sync against my busy hand at her center, it's slow and oh so erotic. My cock finds its way between her legs, and I almost come when I feel her thighs lighten around me, even though I have yet to enter her. She turns her head and says with a raspy voice "Give me your mouth, oh God I love your mouth!!" I can only obey and give her what she wants. Our kiss is as slow as our other movements, matching the rhythm of our rolling hips. Oh how I want to stay like this forever..

We have been lying on the sofa for maybe two hours, kissing, exploring, touching, our bodies dancing along each other, connecting on a whole other level. My body is reacting with small orgasms from deep inside of me, something I haven't experienced before. I can hear he is experiencing the same, his breathing stops sometimes and his body is still for a second but he doesn't ejaculate.
I once read an article about tantric sex, about how it's not about the actual act of a sex,  but more about a deep intimate connection that is reached through being so tuned in to one another and giving your partner pleasure on a whole different level. About finding hidden spots of pleasure and taking the time to really become one with your partner. It's not about reaching orgasms as we normally strive for.
What I'm feeling right now must be what that article was referring to. It feels like I'm floating, I can't think of anything other than him.
I have discovered some new places on his body that makes him completely lose it, his mind and body leaving this earth and going somewhere full of pure happiness, bliss and satisfaction. And he has done that exact same thing with me.
I don't want him or this to stop but I feel like my nerve endings can't handle much more of this, I'm almost becoming too sensitive and I'm feeling a new way of exhaustion.