Afterglow... and more

Her body, naked and warm from hours under the soft and soothing blankets, feels the slight shock as he presses up against her back. His is cold, it would be, he has been up since 4am this morning. The sensation awakens her. She is confused...how is he here? How is he so silent? She almost wants to push him away, the warmth is too much to give up, but his touch is delightful. She murmurs, not really making much sense, just a deeply contented purr. His hands running up the back of her thighs, over her bum, up her back, the slight roughness of his stubble on her neck. Again she murmurs, eyes closed, a hint of a smile creeping over her face, her half-asleep body awakening as he caresses her breasts gently. His lips follow his hands, warm mouth on her nipples, down her stomach, his hands now running down the sides of her body, over the curves of her hips. She is powerless, something not common for her (she likes control) but she is wanting to submit today. Her fingers trail lightly over his back, running up his neck as he moves lower. His kisses on her inner thighs send electrical impulses shooting through her body, a quiet sigh. Expertly he kisses her, the sensation of his warm mouth on her now aroused wetness is intense. Parting her legs wider she presses the back of his head firmly between them. The tempo increases, he can no longer hold back, kissing, licking, sucking, he buries himself deeper. Her soft murmuring purrs elevate to deep low moans of pleasure, increasing, the feeling is happening too quickly. She wants it to last but she wants it NOW! He knows this, he is in tune with her needs, he wants her to release, he loves having the control, she is at his mercy and he loves that...deeper, more intense, he carries on...and on...and on...

The erruption is faster than she imagined...she wanted longer of this, she wanted to savour his touch, but she also knows she needed this right now...he knows it too...she feels strangely uneasy, like he is inside her head, knowing her too well, but at the same time, the thrill of him being so in control is incredibly erotic and satisfying..."he can be in control like this anytime" she thinks..."I know" he says...

... Later

Just laying there in the afterglow felt like heaven, no words were exchanged. Oddly enough we hardly ever spoke with words that is. Our bodies did most of the talking. Tom was amazing. Like god, he became a totally different person every time we were together. I knew because he lives a double life. during the day he works a shitty 9-5 job he hates, has a wife he doesn't hate but wished he wasn't married to, he was a great father but not a great husband, even though he tried to be but it was never enough for his wife. She wanted him as arm candy and he wanted her to want him for more than a show piece for the world. That's why whenever we met, his dark side took over and I loved it all of it.

He finally rises from the bed heading to the shower, another session gone, until the next time we meet. If this is all I could give him then i'm happy. Sex and fucking should always be shared with someone you have a soul deep connection with.

Just before he leaves he turns around, wraps his hand around my neck adding light pressure, looks deep into my eyes, just staring, waiting, breathing even, licking my lips, he follows the movement with his eyes and he bends down to leave the lightest feathery kiss on my wet lips, I close my eyes and when I open them he releases me and walks away.