SEX ON FIRE

We always have great sex. ALWAYS.

Sometimes it is short and sweet. Sometimes fast and intense. Sometimes long and experimental. Sometimes it is sweaty and purely physical. Sometimes it is heartfelt and has emotions connected to it that I can't even begin to articulate.

The wonderful thing about us is that it is always good, and we are always willing and eager partners. The worst of days can happen, but if we can just get our mouths to meet, it is all better. There is no talking that needs to occur. No asking. We never ask the other if it is okay, because it is always okay. It is always okay for our bodies to enjoy each other. When we have talked about ending our relationship when things have been rough, Steven always comes back to the fact that we could never be "just friends", and I am getting that. He is right. There is no way that we could have a relationship that didn't involve sex.

Last night we went to dinner, and then went to the hot tub place. Steven has concocted a "sex bag" complete with toys, lube, a camera, toiletries, etc. and I just love this.

We got a hot tub for an hour, and went in our room and stripped. Steven turned on some music, dimmed the lights, and joined me in the water.

Our lips immediately went for each other, and thus began a 40 minute, seriously great sex session.

You know how even though it is always good, sometimes it is just STUNNING? This was last night. STUNNING. I always know that it has been that way by how I feel afterwards. I have my sex stoned, big words are hard for me to pronounce, giddiness going on.

There is something about water that is sexy. It feels sexy. Limbs wrapped around each other in water feel sexy. I caved and decided that keeping my hair dry was pointless (this was a BIG step...I am a high maintenance kind of girl), and wet hair is sexy. The seamless way in which you can change positions while having sex in water is sexy.

Steven has this amazing gift of "deep sea diving" that sends shivers through my body...he gets me in just the right position, and holds his breath and proceeds to let his mouth do amazing things to my pussy. A little lube, my finger in his ass, and his cock in my mouth made for a delicious combo. Having my arms and legs wrapped around him while he moved in and out of me at the perfect tempo was ecstasy. I could not get enough, I wanted to feel every inch of him filling me up, and I was riding him with fervor.

He makes me feel pretty. Sexy. Desired. Hot. And when I feel that way, there is no hesitancy. No self consciousness. No holding back. If me leaning over the edge of the hot tub with my ass in the air is what he wants, he gets it. If he wants to lick every inch of me, great! If we want to slip, slide, and fling our connected bodies around in the water, you had better believe we will do it, and do it well.

We were all over each other with such intensity. Tons of eye contact, lots of kissing, biting, nibbling, sucking, and licking. It was ridiculously hot!

After countless mind blowing orgasms (the ones that sneak up on me are INSANE...being a control freak I like to have some control over "letting" myself let go, and when it just HAPPENS, holy shit!), I was ready for Steven to cum, and a GREAT song came on.

I had found this song when Steven and I were first together....Kings Of Leon: Sex On Fire.

And I really really really like it. So does Steven.

Lay where you're laying, don't make a sound
I know they're watching, they're watching
All the commotion, the kiddie like play
Has people talking, talking

You, your sex is on fire

SO...what happens next is almost surreal. Euphoric. Steven's thrusting increases, I am looking in his eyes and watching his perfect body doing perfect things with me. He gets this amazing intense look on his face pre-orgasm, and it melts my heart.

The dark of the alley, the breaking of day
The head while I'm driving, I'm driving
Soft lips are open, knuckles are pale
Feels like you're dying, you're dying

You, your sex is on fire
Consumed with what's to transpire

He says to me with authority that he wants to cum in my mouth. AND DON'T SWALLOW he tells me very seriously. Hmmmm....I am wondering what he is wanting to do...I have a suspicion, but I never know with Steve. For all I know he wants to hear me gargle it or something.

Hot as a fever, rattling bones
I could just taste it, taste it
If it's not forever, if it's just tonight
Oh, it's still the greatest, the greatest, the greatest

When it's time, he pulls out and stands up, where I surround his throbbing cock with my lips and allow my mouth to be filled. And like instructed, I DO NOT SWALLOW.

When he is done, he carefully removes his hard cock from me and brings his mouth to mine, where he carefully takes his cum from my mouth to his, lets it stay there a moment, and feeds it back to me.

You, your sex is on fire
And you, your sex is on fire
Consumed with what's to transpire

And you, your sex is on fire
Consumed with what's to transpire

SO-FUCKING-HOT-I-CAN-NOT-STOP-THINKING-ABOUT-THIS-I-WANT-TO-DO-THIS-AGAIN-AMAZINGNESS.

I swallowed and immediately kiss him.

Damn it I love him.

If that isn't SEX ON FIRE I am not sure what is.

WHERE DO YOU WANT TO PUT THAT?

I am so happy that Steve posted his history (see previous post)...it fills in the blanks on his side.

So...something that Steven figured out about me fairly quickly was that I hadn't been on many dates as an adult. My dating in high school was all that I really had done, and I met my husband at 16, and was dating him exclusively the next year. My husband isn't much of a planner, I honestly can't think of a time that we went on a date where I didn't plan it all and make it happen.

Steve decided that he wanted to make that a part of our relationship...dates! And he has been true to his word. I feel like a GROWN UP, and a KID at the same time! It is wonderful.

That next Saturday, almost a week after we had met in person, we had one seriously hot, sex filled date.

For some reason that day, I was in the mood for pigtails in my hair. It seemed a bit naughty. Steve seemed to like the look, which was good! We went to this hot tub place that you can get a room with a hot tub in it for an hour or so. There is music, television, showers, and a bathroom in the room too. This was a new experience, and I was excited! We got to our room, undressed, and proceeded to have an hour of AMAZING hot tub sex.

The combination of the water, the dim lighting, the music, and our naked bodies was euphoric. We were in every position, doing everything imaginable. Who knew that having a guy dive under water to go down on me would feel so damn good? Gives me chills just writing this. Bending over the edge of the hot tub, feeling him enter me slowly, and then pulling back out...almost all the way, but not quite. And then doing it over and over...while he enjoys the view of his wet cock sliding in and out of me.

I had Steve sitting on the edge of the hot tub so I could give his hard cock some oral attention, and boy was that hot...reaching around and squeezing his ass, his warm wet skin against mine, enjoying every single drop of pre-cum that I could.

Then he had me bend over the edge of the hot tub and with his fingers in me he proceeded to rim my ass. Now...I had never had this done before, and it just about put me through the roof. The new sensation was so good, so good I could hardly stand it.

We kissed and touched and fondled and licked and sucked and fucked, and ohhhhhh it was amazing. I had always known that a little biting action made me hot, but I was really into it this night. I wanted to FEEL Steve's teeth on me...the more he did it the more aroused I was. My ass got some good smacking too...including one last smack with the towel when we got out. When our time was up, we showered, and got dressed...both of us flushed from the heat, and smiling, of course.

We went to a Mexican restaurant...I ordered a lime margarita with dinner. We ate, drank, talked, all while keeping a close eye on those coming and going. We weren't in a "high risk" area, but still. You never know. I am sure I looked silly...soggy pigtails, jacked up eye makeup, and I swear I lost 10 pounds having sex in the hot tub, because my pants were falling down.

When we left, I figured that was our night, and I was so happy with that. We had a great time, enjoyed each other immensely, and I would have been beyond content. Steve had other plans in store for us though!

We arrived at an adult video store...I was a tad nervous...it wasn't like I hadn't been to one, but it can be a little overwhelming to see all of those THINGS...toys and gadgets and nakedness...oh my! Not one to ignore my nervousness, Steven held my hand, and all was fine. We went down a hallway that was dimly lit and lined with rooms...now this was new! I looked at the ground as we walked, not wanting to make eye contact with any of the men coming or going.

We went into a room...there was a bench, a chair, and a television with a million different porn channels. You put the money in and take a pick. There was also a partition that could be opened if you wanted to allow someone in the room next to you to watch. Hmmmm...again, this is new. And DEFINITELY interesting!

Steve selected a channel, and our hands and mouths found each other once again. I was very relaxed...how could I not be after the hot tub and margarita? We began removing items of clothing, hungry for each other as if we hadn't just had an hour of amazing sex earlier that evening. I eagerly took his cock in my mouth, and eventually ended up bent over on the bench desperately needing him in me.

Now, this wasn't a large space, nor was it the most conducive to seamless sex. However, it was erotic, we were alone, and as those of you in relationships like ours know...you do it where you can do it when you can do it. Am I right?

So, pants and panties down, bent over, and Steven is fumbling around to enter me. I wasn't at the best angle, it was a tad awkward. And for a minute I really thought he was attempting anal sex. For the record, I was cool with this...we had discussed it, he wasn't really in to it, but we left it on the table...which is funny because he has totally changed his mind about this over the past few months, but more on that later.

He is fumbling around behind me, and it occurs to me that I should find out his intent and assist him in entry.

I look over my shoulder, over my pigtails, and ask:

"WHERE DO YOU WANT TO PUT THAT?"

And to that he laughed, laughed some more, and replied "You are so fucking hot!" and we proceeded to have another round of amazing, hot sex...after he found where he needed to
"put that", of course!

Steve has brought up that line, "WHERE DO YOU WANT TO PUT THAT?" more times than I can count. It has turned into a joke between us, a phrase that represents my open minded attitude to all things related to sex. I was simply accommodating his needs and wants, and wherever he wanted to put that was fine with me!

When choosing the name for this blog, it seemed appropriate. Anything that one of us has suggested has been met with open minded enthusiasm from the other. We get excited over trying new things, excited over doing things together over and over that we have enjoyed, excited over being together in any way shape or form.

That night was a wonderful date, and we have continued to have great dates together. I love that Steve wants this component to our relationship, that there is that depth to it. We can have an amazing, hot night together, and the next time go out to dinner and for a drive, and that is equally amazing in its own way. How fantastic, that at 30, I am able to have this chance. The chance to feel what I have missed out on, the chance to experience new things, the chance to feel so sexually satisfied that it is beyond words.

And to be able to make the man of my dreams laugh just by saying "WHERE DO YOU WANT TO PUT THAT?" ...he knows that he can put that wherever he damn well pleases!