Making Love

Very rarely can I call what happens between M and me making love. I don’t have anything against it, making love, but it has a connotation of gentleness and of being tender.

M and I, we don’t make love. We fuck.

But every once in awhile it sneaks itself into our bedroom and takes me by surprise.

Take the other night. After a few episodes of Dexter, we made our way upstairs. We cuddled for a few moments, shut of the lights, and moved into our sleeping position, with me as the little spoon. Once we were settled and he wrapped his body around mine, his hands began to wander.

Before long, I’m arching into him and we’ve bypassed the point of just going to sleep. I roll onto my back as my hand grips his cock, already hard and wanting touched. M’s hand slips into my panties, running over my clit and between my lips, finding me already wet.

Somehow, we ended up on our sides, face to face, the length of our bodies pressed together, thigh to thigh, chest to chest. My arms wrap his head, my fingers in his hair, as my lips and body moved against him.

Soon one of my legs is up over his hip and his hands are exploring, they’re on my back, my ass, my lips, moving our bodies against one another. It doesn’t take long before he’s guiding his cock into my pussy, sliding the whole length with one smooth, slow thrust while his lips move against mine. He holds me there, tight against him, not allowing me to grind and roll like I want.

Slowly he pulls back, thrusting back into me. My lips fall from his as pleasure radiates through my body. He continues to move, holding my ass, using my body as leverage.

I kiss his shoulder, his neck, his chest, my teeth scraping his flesh as my mouth moves across his skin. My hands roam his back, his ass, his legs and neck, anywhere I can reach.

With the sensation of so much of our skin touching, the taste of him on my lips, his fingers playing where our bodies are joined, running over my lips, feeling the skin stretched and strained against his girth, it’s too much and suddenly I’m lost. Floating in a space of pleasure and joy and complete happiness.

Every time I start to come back down, start moving in sync with his body, he pushes me back up, making cum again and again.

By the time he rolls me onto my back, my legs hitched over his arms, my thighs are dripping with juices and I’m withering beneath him. My pussy’s spasming and gripping and willing his cock to cum. And when it’s all over, we lay side by side, skin still touching as we drift to sleep.

These moments, these I call making love. When it’s overwhelming on so many levels, when I can’t get close enough or touch him enough. When it’s just he and I, when there’s no kink, no play, when we are at our most basic, raw. When all I want to do is crawl up inside him and be one with him.

These are our moments of making love.

19 responses to “Making Love

  1. Damn, woman. You are gonna give us all religion. Wow.

  2. We fuck too…and yes, every once in a while, there’s no kink and there’s just passion…/slurp

  3. Sounds wonderful. My hubs keeps trying to make me stop labeling everything. Just be in the moment is his mantra. There are times a scene is planned and there are times we melt into each other and still other times when it’s hardcore raw fucking. I’ll take it all.

  4. What a great time you had… Love your relationship. 🙂
    xoox

  5. Lovely night! We tend to lean towards rough and hard….but occasionally there are those soul touching sessions that are just beautiful!

  6. Hey we did the same thing to Dexter (we are on the end of Season 4)…Fine, someone looking over my shoulder says we did different sex stuff than you, but there was Dexter and sex, does that count? 🙂

    • I think Dexter and sex does count, regardless of the sex acts. But tell Barb she can interject over your shoulder anytime!

      And we just wrapped up Season 8 last night. I’m going to keep my mouth shut, but feel free to vent to me when you get there! xoxo

  7. Make love vs Fuck.
    That Faith Hill/Tim McGraw video? Almost couldn’t finish it as a guy as it was soooo way syrupy sweet.

    Deal is I used to be all that: poet, lover, romantic when dating. But you are right. Once married a couple just needs some rough boot knocking 90% of the time; need to Take Your Medicine kind of sex.

    Lovey Dovey is great the first couple years. Hard Sex is the medicine for the long haul seems to me. Less talk, more scene, more rock. I think that’s what your saying, no? Then as a couple you go back from time to time as a LTR duo and remember the soft stuff. Very nice with that happens. But all that soft stuff all the time? Will turn a man into a woman in no time. His Alpha Male will vanish, drop of for sure. Neither the man or the woman want that.

    What I get from LS&M is that we owe it to the kids to drown out our sounds with Queen or whatever and spare some lube for the bedroom doorknob to keep them out, right? Sex is a family value, I say. And hard sex is like hard currency for a Long Term Relationship. Gold maybe.

    • The funny thing is, I didn’t even watch the video! I just remembered the song and threw it on!

      I think if it was sweet-mushy sex all the time, I’d get bored. Quickly. I’d act out and be bratty, just to get a little reaction.

      M and I were fuck buddies at the start of our relationship, so we had all sorts of random acts of sex, and we weren’t necessarily looking for an emotional connection, although it did happen. But definitely less “just sex” then, compared to now.

      And I think you may be right. If we want to have good marriages, show our children that a couple can fall in love and stay in love, then we’ve got to fuck. Period. End. xoxo

  8. Great question..once kink comes into your relationship dynamic… how often are you making love… those words usually gives you the connotation of soft whispers and soft kisses… Not a lot of soft here anymore. It’s a great thought though.. LOL!!
    Great post…

    LOve catching up..

    LK

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