The morning sex I had with you was mind-blowing.

I would awaken with the sound of the birds that start to sing an hour before the sun rises. I would lie in bed next to you and wait for you to wake up. I’d feel the cool breeze from the open window and snuggle up in your cozy bed next to your warm body. My body would fill with desire in anticipation of you rolling over and reaching for me. 

Sometimes you’d wake up before your alarm and spoon me from behind. You would reach your hands up to my chest and find both my breasts, squeezing them so sensually. I feel your desire growing and your beautiful, large cock pressing into my backside. You would roll me towards you and find one of my nipples with your warm mouth sucking hungrily and fueling the growing fire between my legs. 

The first sounds we would communicate to each other would be the muffled pleasure of you sucking my nipple and breast deeply into your mouth and the exhale of pleasure rising up out of me uncontrollably. You’d activate my desire so strongly with one hand massaging my breast and your strong mouth taking me just to the edge of my pain/pleasure threshold as you hungrily pull my other breast deeper into your mouth. Then your hands would find my butt and massage my large round cheeks so sensually. I’d reach for your huge cock and take it in my hand feeling how extremely hard and huge it was in preparation to enter me so deeply. I’d feel how tight and engorged your balls were, squeezing them and pulling down firmly, knowing the deep feeling of peace and relief I would feel when your sperm would flood into my pussy and become part of me by swimming deep inside towards my fertility.

You would roll on top of me and slowly push yourself deep inside of my wet, engorged pussy. The relief for both of us to find that full, delicious connection of your cock completely filling my pussy felt more amazing than anything. Your long, hard, wide cock stretched to places inside me that I couldn’t feel or become aware of any other way. It was such a perfect fit, and every movement in and out only stimulated me more and more. Feeling your hungry desire for me so strongly in those moments melted me and I surrendered completely to you. The movement of our bodies together, the feeling that we could both erupt into orgasm at any minute and experience the bliss of having come together and shared such incredible ecstasy…it all felt so natural, so comfortable and so right. 

Sometimes I’d grab your butt and push your cock deeper and deeper into me. I’d tell you to go deeper and deeper, that I wanted your cum so deep inside of me. Sometimes you’d interlock your hands in mine over my head and I’d feel so surrendered to the rhythm of your body as your cock moved in and out of my wet pussy causing waves of pleasure that I never wanted to end. 

Everything about your beautiful body, your sweat, your scent, your hands, your cock, I felt a hard yes to all of it all the time. I couldn’t get enough even when my breasts ached from the intensity with which you devoured them and my pussy felt sore from your massive cock, I still wanted more. My desire for you to take me, to have your way with me, to devour my body and give me such deep pleasure was almost embarrassing. It was like our bodies were made to pleasure each other and my body delighted so deeply in being filled and consumed with your essence. 

I loved our sweat mixing together, I loved the wetness of my pussy welcoming your cock to glide in and out of me, and the fullness I felt when you would release your cum into me and keep pushing your cock so deep inside me over and over. Afterward, we would lie together in stillness except for our heaving chests. My arms around you and my hands moving slowly up and down your back feeling the beads of sweat and the goosebumps and shivers my fingertips caused as I touched you gently.

These bittersweet moments, I wanted them to last forever and ever. The unspoken closeness and unity I felt with you was divine. Feeling your cock soften inside of me and your arms slightly tighten holding me so close and knowing we both wanted to experience every last moment of that bliss before returning to the real world and starting the day. 

Eventually, you would get up and get in the shower. Sometimes I’d join you in the shower and we’d soap each other sensually and wash each other’s hair. Sometimes I’d just snuggle back into the blankets and close my eyes while listening to you sing in the shower enjoying the residual feelings of our sex. I’d feel how my entire body relaxed and opened receiving your sperm inside of me and knowing that it somehow calmed me in a way I can’t explain. The sacred feeling of your sperm alive inside of me and knowing the pleasure we experienced making that happen, as well as all the pleasurable brain chemicals released in me, felt entirely blissful. 

You’d come back from your shower and sit naked and wet on the end of the bed. I’d make my way to you and sit behind you wrapping my legs and arms around you. We’d sit like that and breathe together for a while. I’d massage your neck, head, scalp, shoulders and back. You’d melt into me. I loved these intimate moments of connection. 

Then it would be time for us to get dressed. I’d make your bed with such care and affection, honoring the sacred place of our pleasure and connection. Sometimes I’d drive you to work on my way home, and sometimes you’d kiss me at my car as I left. I loved those goodbye kisses, so passionately deep but brief, both of us still feeling the lingering of our lovemaking and swimming in the chemical bliss of our shared orgasm. 

In real life, we had little in common and not much to talk about other than when we would see each other for another overnight. Our bodies spoke the same language and our hearts and souls found answers to desires and questions we couldn’t even bear to acknowledge or talk about out loud. The bond that our bodies formed was so deep, so primal, almost preverbal. I can’t explain the kind of impact this kind of connection has on me. I crave it still and might succumb to any opportunity to experience it again even though I know we both had to move on.

It’s so hard to reconcile this kind of connection outside of bed and intimate moments in the dark night and dim light of dawn. I value it but am also destroyed by it when it doesn’t translate into consistent communication and connection, even though I can’t say for sure that I know how to hold that consistency and connection myself. 

I know what we shared and I know how much it meant even if we never were able to say the words. I know the connection was deeper than we could express any other way than the dance of our bodies together. I don’t regret a single second.