Don’t get me wrong, because there’s nothing wrong with making love, even though I’ve never done it before. Well, I’ve never fucked, either. But making love and fucking are two completely different things. Fucking is the physical, plain and simple. It has nothing to do with kisses and light touches. It’s fucking the person into oblivion. There’s only one reason for fucking. Getting off. Coming and squirting. That’s it.
But making love? It’s something I want to experience with Gabe. It’s the mental part that dominates the action. It’s the him moving in and out of you slowly while he looks down at you. Every part of his body touching part of yours. Your legs wrapped around his waist and your fingers digging into the muscle of his upper arms. The light gasping from you and the grunting from him. And then there’s a pause and you think it’s over. The making love. But he does something that you wanted the entire time he looked at you, mesmerized as he stared down at you with a crooked little smile on his face just barely showing the dimples you love so much.
He moves into you, fully, and he stays there. You gasp because you want him to keep moving. You start to look up at him with a questioning look on your face. One that asks, “Why did you stop?” And just when your eyes meet his, he leans down and kisses you. It’s not light and it’s certainly not a peck. It’s the kind where it’s opened mouth. Tongues touching. Moaning and groaning into one another’s mouths. Wanting to catch your breath but not wanting the kiss to end.
It’s not even a kiss. It’s something that you can’t put a name to. It’s an action. A deep, meaningful action. Like I said earlier, I’ve never experienced it before, but I certainly have read about it in books and watched it in movies. While the two characters are acting and it’s written on paper or saved somewhere in a document in a lap top, it’s still there for an outsider to think it’s real. It’s an emotional state that we can enter through our eyes and into our hearts.
Rubbing his two fingers against my walls, Gabe groaned. “Tell me when you’re about to come, Sarah.” I started to nod in answer when Gabe demanded, “Answer me.”
“Yes, Gabe,” I half moaned and half answered.
Pulling me back and pushing me forward, the massager hit right against the sensitive area of my clit while he continued to rub those two fingers inside of me, never pulling out.
I could feel a powerful tingle start from my chest and quickly work its way down to my core. As my body started to shake and my eyes started to close, my mouth started to open. “I’m going to come, Gabe.” As my hips started to gyrate forward towards the massager, I moaned, “I’m going to come.”
“Fuck, yeah, you are, Sarah,” Gabe groaned against my ear. Breathing against it, he said, “God, your * is tightening and untightening so fast. Fuck!”
Moaning, my body started to convulse and shake. I started to push away from the massager because it was becoming too strong when Gabe said, “You’re staying right there for your orgasm to finish.”
Breathing heavily, I nodded. I couldn’t believe how powerful the massager felt against my swollen clit. It was a mixture of pleasure and pain. The good kind. The very good kind.
Once my body started to come down from its high, Gabe slowly pulled us both back from the massager. Resting his back against the other side of the tub, he held onto me. “Ssssh,” he whispered against my ear. “Calm down, baby.”
While he kissed all over the top of my damp hair and along my neck and cheek, I slowly started to breathe in and out at a normal pace again. I couldn’t believe how crazy that orgasm was. The mixture of the massager against my clit and his two fingers inside of me was… unreal.
“How are you feeling?” Gabe asked as he rested his chin on my shoulder.
Smiling I said, “Really good.”
Chuckling against my ear, he kissed it, and said, “Good. Real good.”
As we laid in the tub for a few more minutes, I couldn’t believe that this was all before we had even had sex. I was getting exhausted and I guess Gabe could sense that because he asked, “Do you want to get out?”
I started to pout and made a grunting noise of disapproval.
Chuckling, he said, “We’ll do it again. Don’t worry,” as he kissed my shoulder.
“You promise?” I asked.
I could tell he smiled from the way he said, “Yeah. I promise, Sarah,” and it gave me butterflies. The only kind that Gabe could give.
As we stood up from the tub, I could see how hard Gabe was for me. I started to lick my lips when I watched him bend over to grab towels for the two of us. Standing up, he started to wrap the towel around me when he saw my face.
“What are you smiling about?” Gabe asked with a curious look.
I grabbed ahold of his hard cock and started to squeeze it. I watched as Gabe’s features changed. His eyes closed. His mouth slightly opened as he released a groan and his nostrils flared.
“Fuck, Sarah, you have got to stop doing that,” Gabe groaned as he gyrated his hips towards me and moved his cock up and down in my hand. “Please stop,” he begged.