INTIMATE (SHORT TAKE)

 

We have made so much love since he broke up with his ex.

He was so relaxed, so secure, unexpectedly open to me. I had returned the favor by giving my all to please, satisfy, and keep him safe with me. Inside me. 

I thought that having sex for hours could be boring, but actually, it is how I dreamed it to be. Hot sessions with a nice chat between sessions, some laughs, some tickling, and gentle wrestling. Some touch and line the curves of our bodies with fingers. Some pecks on the back, the belly, wherever we can and need to…

He took me slowly! He took me fast! He took me gently… He tried to take me rough until he decided that this was not him. That even when he slammed his manhood inside me he needed to touch me gently on my back, to lean forward and whisper in my ear, to check out on me. To hold my shoulder and rub it calmly.

This is the man I think I love…

This is the man who is not afraid, feels secure with me… And I am more than a safe shore in the storm of life. I am part of his life. More than just a sanctuary, a temporary retreat from an unhappy relationship. More like a home. Yes, more like a home now… He can rest on my breast, listen to my heart beating fast, and know there is no judgment. No scolding or mockery!

Here with me, he is safe.

His body “invading” mine is appreciated, wanted, desired so much, for so long! His phallus is embraced by the walls of my vagina. His juice is welcome inside me - down there or in my mouth. 

I think that this is what love looks like - healing and securing the one you want so much!