Back to basics
Filed Under (Contentment, Love, sex) by Coy Pink on 24-11-2008
Sometimes I yearn to strip our sex down to the bare bones. All I need is the basics: his naked body on my naked body. No toys, no porn, no extra play. Just him. Just me.
Foreplay is short. I’m wet just from the mere proximity to him. A few hurried kisses and then he’s on me. He enters me effortlessly and knows exactly what to do. Though we’ve done this a thousand times, this night is no less exciting. We’re feeding off each other’s excitement. I know he’s close to orgasm, he knows I’m close. He stops for a moment to prolong our ecstasy. I’m dying to come but also not wanting this moment to end. I love feeling the weight of him on me. Nothing feels more right to me than this simple act. He is inside of me, I look up at him, and all is right with the world. It’s cliche, I know, but he plays me like an instrument. He knows how much, when, and where to thrust to drive me absolutely insane with desire and lust.
We continue this dance a while longer. Hovering at the edge of release, lost in each other. But then I can no longer stand the wait. He tries to slow down, pulling back a bit so he can postpone the inevitable. I won’t let him stop. I push my hips up to meet him, begging with my body for him to stay close. He comes and then seconds later I am coming, crushing myself towards him. There is something magical about coming at the same time. I am rocked once again with the reminder that I can come so hard from “plain old” missionary sex. With nothing more than his body he manages to make the ordinary anything but.
