Sex. I could always feel when we would have it without really having a clue. Must have been animal instinct cuz lately i could sniff it out on days i'd visit and feel it about to happen.
God, I love men-- how hard and soft they are at the same time...yet still sexy softies.
Carlyle's beautiful big eyes with eyelashes almost as long as mine gazed at me from the next bed. He always has this loud silence about him. Saying so much in nothingness teases my emotional senses that I must taste this forbidden fruit of desire with my older-younger man. I just showered and was comfortably naked under the 100 thread count and coolness that is so familiar to hotel rooms. I wiggled some more feeling the sheets glide across my behind and calves and feet and body. I looked over at him to see if he noticed my new excitement with being naked around him. He felt new all over again whenever he entered the room with that slunched walk with toes pointed out and big clear eyes you could see his heart with. Man, he is beautiful. I'm surprised every time despite the couple decade age difference. Salt and pepper never looked so good on a man before him. He kissed me hard with soft lips and poured his heart everywhere into me. I hadn't experienced it like that before. Warm caresses with lips pressing deep-- sucking and kissing life into me. That man is a fantastic lover! I let him know it. I whispered it into his ear after... with much sincerity. We no longer teased each other; upgrading to making love not sex. He showed me how by putting his hands, mouth, lips, heart, back, passion and energy all racing as one into my body so deep and so hard that i had to cover my mouth. More than air would escape.
We didn't kiss. Sometimes, I'm afraid to use my lips on a man I've just started seeing. The feelings that come from kissing seem to be an act of love more than an act of pleasure, like sex can be. But this wasn't sex-- this was harmony and sensuality meeting for the first time between us. Nope this wasn't sex. I almost screamed "Yes!"
I've never done that out loud.
Sometimes kissing can lead the heart to being drunken with love than the act of actually making love. I'm afraid of that. Afraid that when his lips touch mine they might actually like each other.
We made love. Passionately. My lips dangling on his from kissing back-- enjoying the sponginess and stickiness of each immersion into each other. I massaged his back with deep tissue fingers, knuckles and palms. I'd tried my best and had to let go of what was holding me back from initiating. My legs open wide on his back embracing the lower half of him. I felt my lips quiver at the touch of him. I enjoyed the bigness and wideness of his lats and softness of his ass. I massaged it all....let go of inhibitions of ages, decades and numbers swirling in my head. We got each other and with little effort things happened...naturally. I let him know subtly that I craved him with the slow stride of my hands gliding across his lotioned back from lower to upper. That was close. My lips almost touched it with nipples gliding-- tickling his back hairs. He groaned and breathed hard-- must have known how closely my mouth almost met his flesh. Hands reached towards my knees, grabbing them to do more. Welcoming me to continue until i was jerked next to him with them. I always love a little force directing my body into the right position. Tonight, I was on top. :) I grinded into him hard and really got into all the tension i thought i had under control....but there it was throbbing at my crotch. Lust and passion joined forces and created a silent rhythm that neither neighboring room could hear. We tumbled in the sheets and i glided on top again. I don't know how i got in the mood so fast. But before i knew it, this animal instinct came over me and everything about him felt right. It was easy to let go with him. He was determined to get me to the big "O"...and i was okay with it. I felt him out and played with his front side. All he did was guide me through his playground... and boy did i play...until it was his turn to yank, pull and massage my breasts with his mouth. I'd never felt passion so deep and sex so good. I sat on his face as he ate and ate and ate and ate. I felt the tip of his tongue deep inside my female walls. He got it...my G-spot. And i let go and he "mmmmhm'ed" and "mmmmmhed" from the pleasure escaping into his lips from my womb. He always felt so good there. I could have screamed at the top of my lungs for how well he deeply pleasured me. He could last a long time until he grabbed the condom for the finale i'd been anticipating after coming up for air. I fell back onto the bed from de-stressing, giggling and giddy with pleasure. I regrouped for the big "P".
I got into the position and he pushed me down so that he was deeper into me. I heaved at how fantastically surprising the sex was and how my body adapted to him. He gripped me and went into me with force in and out, in and out rigidly as he held my wrists and released his climax. We both sighed and I sat there. He cautioned me to get off slowly-- i said "yes, for the both of us!" I expected to feel the uncomfortableness of detaching and was relieved at how perfectly we connected and disconnected. I still had to cover my mouth from the excitement and pleasure of this man i had only admired from a distance and couldn't believe was just in me. Now....he would stay there.
