“Let’s make a love scene, steamy and blue, erotic memories for an audience of two; and we’ll make a love scene, let the foreplay begin and replay each moment again and again and again.” – Joe, “The Love Scene.”
It’s like no time has passed. He still looks at me that way, without blinking, straight in my eyes, making my heart flutter and my insides toss around just a little with desire.
And when he says, “Let’s go,” and I know just exactly where I’m going to end up, he still makes sure I know he’s in control.
I don’t have to say a thing, no rules, no limits, no boundaries and in the seconds it takes me to pull my panties down, he’s stripped down and full and at my side, ready to take all this love.
His mouth takes my lips, my tongue, my neck, back to my chin, why does he do that, while I writhe and squirm and he doesn’t move; I’m pressed down into his mattress and I’m intoxicated with his shower fresh clean scent and I just want this pleasure…
No instructions, no guidance, no “harder” or “faster” because he’s got all these strokes in line and he won’t let me, he won’t let me….
But it’s love he’s making. With all this control he’s taking, he’s making sure to love; every stroke is gentle, every word spoken softly, and he’s making sure I remember he didn’t hurt me, he’s making sure I remember every inch, he doesn’t want me to forget, but he doesn’t let me…
He slows when he knows, driving me to my absolute worst, covering my mouth with his to silence my cries of his pleasing and I whimper, and he waits, pushing when he wants to, pressing me deeper when he feels it and I can’t…
It’s one stroke and two strokes and three strokes and I’m losing count as I lose my head and all my inhibitions completely gone and I swear my heart is stopping, I swear it’s going to stop with all this exploding….
But it doesn’t. It explodes with all this love. And I make sure he knows….