I’d mentioned in passing how I’d missed sensuous love-making, being touched everywhere without a hint of roughness. It was simply a comment in one of our many conversations about nothing and everything.
Like any other couple on the planet, we have our routine, our go-to moves. As much as I love it hard, rough, and fast (and believe me I do), I was craving something more.
But that conversation was days before. I hadn’t thought about it since, and life being what it is, we certainly hadn’t been able to much time for any kind of fucking in recent days. This, the longest summer ever, had relegated sex to the weekends and often with little time on our hands.
He kissed me. I cuddled and snuggled next to him, as if to burrow myself in his warmth. I pulled back from his touch and his lips.
“What’s wrong, babygirl?”
“Nothing, Daddy. Your kisses always take my breath away, and I need to breathe.”
He claimed my lips again. His tongue tasted and searched. We dueled, I acquiesced. It was delicious.
His hands began a slow exploration of my body while his lips found my neck. I shivered. My stomach jumped. Goosebumps pebbled my skin.
Deft fingers played down my flesh. His touch was featherlight.
One moment, I clung to him, desperate for his kisses. The next, I opened myself wide, desperate for more. His fingers skimmed my most sensitive parts, teasing and tormenting.
The scent of my own desire wafted up to us both. How long had it been since I’d smelled myself like that? This wasn’t the smell of sex, this was pure lust, unfulfilled desire, me.
I’ve grown used to the firm roughness of his caresses. I was unprepared for this gentle, soothing side. My body quivered.
“You have my permission to cum as you need to, babygirl.”
His lips on my neck. One arm cradled me as if I was the most precious treasure he’d ever held. The other explored, gently, the landscape of my body.
Just as his hands found my slippery core, his lips found my nipples. I shuddered in his arms. The first orgasm.
His tongue traced the lines of my collarbone and neck while his fingers strummed my clit. The next orgasm, wetter than the first.
He skimmed my slit as his warm breath filled my ear. A third orgasm.
I could have spent the entire night in his arms, delighting in his touch and attentions. He had other things in mind.
He rolled me away from his body, away from his warmth. Before I could protest, I found myself looking into his eyes as he covered me. I spread my legs wide, noting with pleasure the wet spot beneath my ass. So I had squirted after all. Very nice.
With a smooth stroke, he was buried deep. I wrapped my legs around him, locking my ankles. Not our usual position, it’s usually followed by a deep pounding that makes me scream.
With slow, easy movements, he moved inside of me. My hands roamed his back, my legs pulling him closer. He buried his face in my neck, giving me one last shuddery orgasm with only his tongue on my skin. His weight was a comfort, something to hold me to the ground and keep me from floating away.
I don’t know how long we were in that position. Moving, touching, loving. When he came, his body arched and his moans filled the room. It was his longest orgasm in a while. After we recovered and caught our breath. After we cleaned up and skirted my wet spot in the bed. After we were tucked inside each other’s arms again, I couldn’t help myself.
“You know, vanilla’s a pretty good flavor, too. We can do that again whenever you want.”
Welcome to Masturbation Monday! I may be a kinky girl, but I like vanilla ice cream just as much as every other flavor. And it was a nice change of pace. Okay, y’all, go forth and read more smutty goodness for this, the best of all days.
Ok that was HOT and a great way to start Monday, THANK YOU!
/giggles, you’re quite welcome!
It was a wonderful and magical time that night. It still hasn’t faded from my memory.
Nor mine. Ready for you to be back home so we can relive a few memories. 😉
I love this and I totally agree. All flavors are good and so many kinksters push away anything to do with vanilla. We need to connect on all levels. Beautiful!
My theory, and it is just a theory, is that we’re used to bad or at least average vanilla sex so once we find good kinky sex we don’t look back. But lovemaking is lovemaking, regardless of the flavor and with the right partner, vanilla is just as good as dark chocolate. 😉
I like this theory! 🙂
It’s always more about connecting intimately than the kink for us and vanilla is still red HOT connecting with your favorite lover. 😉
We connect through kink more than anything else, but you’re right, connection is connection.
We tease that vanilla is a kink for us because it’s out of the norm for us. Either way, it’s delicious. 🙂
Love this I agree vanilla is a great flavour!!! You are such a lucky couple to have that kind of relationship.
Thank you. We work hard to maintain a connection.
Good vanilla is just as tasty as any other flavor. 🙂
Hmmm… makes me yearn!
Me too. But I’m a greedy girl. 🙂
It’s clear the connection you share is very deep and emotional no matter what flavor it comes in. Someone once told me that people will forget what you say and they’ll forget what you do for them and they’ll forget the gifts you give but the one thing they’ll never forget is… how you made them feel.
It sounds like that night you wrote about up there held some very magical feelings that neither of you are likely to ever forget.
Great excerpt! ☺
It was a special moment in a time when we desperately needed it.
This…. Slow and erotic, so sweet and dear between you two. It brings a smile to my face and possibly a blush. A very personal moment to share, when I know the stresses you face with family. I might have been tempted to keep that tucked away, thank you for sharing it with us.
I actually hold more back than it appears, lol. But sometimes I know that certain things will benefit others to know…like the idea that you can be hardcore kinky and still enjoy a vanilla experience, that it can still be beautiful and moving and precious.
To make the great Peep blush…now there’s a new mountain I never thought I’d climb. 😉
Nice! You just described a typical intimate time for us. Vanilla is SK’s primary connection, and well, he has truly honed it and made it quite nice. I’m happy that so many of us see the value in it all. Do I like rough and hard and stingy and painful? Oh yes, very much. At times I wish he loved it as much as I do, but I believe it’s beautiful that he will try it because he knows how much I love it. Conversely, I try to give him soft and sweet and tender as that is what he loves. I can’t deny that I love feeling his fingers lightly skate across my skin, and the weight of him on me as he buries himself slowly.
I’m all over the Baskin Robbins of sex! Many, many yummy flavors. Happy for you!!
Baskin Robbins of sex…exactly!
Like anything, it’s easy to get into a pattern with sex. I like our kinky pattern, but this was a nice deviation…one I wouldn’t mind more of. 🙂
Nothing at all wrong with vanilla – it is a spice in it’s own right and it’s good to have a change every now and again 🙂 Purrrrr!
So very true. 🙂
Mmmm, yes, why limit yourself to one flavor. Taste the rainbow! lol (sorry, couldn’t help myself)
Yay for Skittles! Sexy Skittles? Skittly sex? Hmmm, I’m sure I could take this way too far… 🙂
Beautifully written and very erotic
Thank you. 🙂