The Slow Way to Loving - Sex Stories

The Slow Way to Loving

Put us together and we catch on fire sexually. We can’t be together more than a few minutes before both of us can feel how our meeting will inevitably end up. Our visits are so charged with passion that the temperature in the room rises. We once actually set off a fire alarm in a hotel room. In the past, our couplings were sometimes fast and raw and desperately physical. But not tonight. Tonight we take will take it slow. We didn’t plan it, but we are so in sync that without a word we both know how we want it. I have just returned from another day of boring conferences, and you have come to my hotel straight from work. It would have been nice to take a shower together, but the handicap room shower was meant for only one. You went first, and when I was through, you already were stretched out on the bed, a flimsy, shear-like shirt type robe on your body. “Take my robe off of me,” you excitedly whisper, “I want you to see me.” My hands tremble with excitement as I slip the lacy rob off your shoulders. As I move it down, I feel that familiar shock of discovery that I always feel when seeing your breasts become unveiled. My cock twitches under the towel around my waist. I look into your eyes and I can see you enjoying the way I stare at your beauty. You know how much you turn me on. And you get off on doing it. Yes, your body ignites my lust, but your soul, the vibrant, intelligent, sensual, off-beat person reflected in those eyes, that is what drives my love. “Get rid of that ...

... towel, Vid, I want to see my effect on your cock,” Corrina giggles. The towel drops to the floor and you start to breath a bit heavily. “Oh, it’s been so long since…” and her words trail off. I slid in next to her on the bed and put my arm around her, and we snuggled close. Corrina smiles as if thinking about another time together, “Hmmm, Vid, it is like we never were apart. I remember how well we fit together, like pieces in a jigsaw puzzle.” We talk. We pull up carefully stored memories. We throw out “what may be’s” and other future wishes. The words caress us in parallel with our wandering hands. As the hours go by, those same words keep our desire on a slow simmer. This isn’t foreplay; it’s more like fiveplay. I nod listening to her words and then begin to nuzzle her neck. Corrina’s makes this almost cat-like purr. Then my kisses travel around the side of her neck and across her collarbone. “Oooo, that feels so good, my breasts are beginning to throb,” Corrina reveals, but she needn’t say anything because the goosebumps on her arms tell me all that I need to know. My lips take a path down Corrina’s arm, and I softly kiss the inside of her elbow. Corrina squirms a bit and her body does that little sag that signals any reluctance to consummate this union has melted away. As I skip my tongue down her forearm, the little almost invisible hairs stand up. I can feel her body trembling. “In my dreams,” you confess, “you did that and it always makes me wet.” “And now?” I inquire. ...