He walks in the room...I had left the door slightly open. I was sitting in the chair near the bed, and he immediately closes the blinds (always thinking responsibly) and comes over and kisses me. Ahhhh...heaven...those amazing lips...and I had them for the next few hours to enjoy! How EXCITING!
Within seconds we had moved to the bed, and were eagerly allowing our bodies to become acquainted. We had agreed to take it slow, to see how the evening went. Slow went out the window...we just aren't slow people. Steven started taking off pieces of clothing immediately, I must have followed. Our bodies were quickly intertwined...a tangle of limbs and hands and mouths that couldn't get enough of each other. In no more than 5 minutes, we were both naked, and there was no hesitation on either end. We needed each other, and now. I needed his cock in my mouth...I needed to see what he felt like, how my lips felt around his hardness.
Every touch was more intense than I had ever experienced. And to me, it seemed so natural. There was none of that weird, first time awkwardness. It was if someone had given him a book ahead of time titled "HOW TO DRIVE MISSY CRAZY IN BED". And it was if not only had he read the book, but he studied it, made flash cards from it, and wrote a paper on it. HE KNEW. His fingers and mouth knew just what to do.
That first feeling of Steve entering me was exquisite. He felt perfect, WE felt perfect. I was so turned on that an orgasm quickly followed. We made love three times over the course of a few hours...I lost track of how many times I came. Steven was on top the first time, I was on top the second time, and the last time he was behind me. We were both so sex starved, and not just sex starved, but starved for GOOD sex. HOT sex. INTENSE sex.
I was lost in his eyes at first, just absorbing him. I remember that he was so PRESENT, and we stared at each other in amazement of how great our bodies felt together. It was almost TOO MUCH for me to look at him...an overwhelming feeling of hope, and pleasure, and excitement, and amazement.
I quickly learned that Steve uses all five senses, all the time, for everything. It cracks me up, and is so darned adorable. He wants to feel it, smell it, taste it, hear it, see it. And that he did, he was so in tuned with everything we did...in fact, I have had to consult him to write this post because that night was somewhat of a fog to me.
In between enjoying each other's bodies, we talked. About everything and anything. It was almost challenging for me at first, because I have never been with ANYONE before that wanted to know every little thing about me. And he really wanted it all...the good, the bad, the ugly. I was happy to share, happy to let him into my life. I was very hesitant to reciprocate that though.
I knew, that night, that we had something special. I knew, that night, that I could fall in love with him. I knew, that night, that this relationship felt so right. Yet, for knowing all of that, I kept him at arm's length for awhile. I was afraid of getting hurt. I was really afraid that he would have some moral epiphany and call it quits. I had been there, done this. He had barely even attempted something like this. What if it was too much? Too hard? Too scary? Would he just turn and run? What if guilt overcame him, and that was that? What if I was just a willing sex partner, a quick and easy lay? All of these thoughts raced through my mind. And because of these concerns, I didn't want too much of Steve. I didn't want to ask too much, to learn too much, to understand too much. I know for a fact that the more I know, the more I care, and the more I care, the more it hurts if things don't work out. So, I answered and shared, and listened, but didn't ask much.
When he told me that he had been a gymnast, I made him promise me a naked handstand in the near future. We cuddled, kissed, touched, it was as we couldn't get ENOUGH. Steven was introduced to my SEX STONED look that night. I can feel when it happens, yet can't help it. It is truly a drugged feeling, a feeling that my body has experienced pleasure to a point of a tranquil, relaxed haze.
When it was time to get ready to leave, we took a shower together, and planned our next meeting for two days later...
And I drove home giddy, high on the experience, and soooo mushy feeling it was unreal.
Could this be IT?