That Moment

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Lana Del Ray reverberates in the background as we have sex and it's amazing, and everything I want it to be and she reads me and knows what I want and I read her and know what she wants. She cums on my dick twice and pleads with me to ravage her and have my way with her and I oblige her.

She knows I like her in a dress and she looks fucking breathtaking from hair to heels.
I wear blue because she says it brings out my cold eyes.

I have to fight myself not to stare and break my frame.
She is that fucking gorgeous.
No wonder dudes hit on her fucking all day long and every time we go out. Irritating as it may be, I can't knock the hustle.
It's good for me as it forces me to truly maintain frame and keeps me on my toes.

She's half asleep afterward, she sighs as her dark hair tickles my face and chest and her eyes open halfway.
She sees completely through me and though I do not show it, she has won.
I feel my heart break.
I know this moment.
I know this fucking moment.
I didn't see it coming, or if I did, I certainly thought I had more time.
I haven't felt this deeply since early in my marriage and perhaps only once before that. It has been years since this reservoir of emotion was opened up. At times, after we separated, I doubted it would return, or if so, it would be ages until it did. I am pleasantly surprised but I know that there is no reward without accompanying risk.
Things are unfolding so much more quickly than I could have anticipated.
I briefly wonder if she's already had the moment or if I've lost the race.
When you're young it's impulsive and you're looking for it.
You grow older, colder, and more jaded and you rarely even let yourself consider this depth of emotion. When it comes on....it strikes suddenly usually catching both parties unaware.

We've shifted from want and desire to actually caring and real, substantive emotion.
She collapses into me, her petite hands grabbing my chest to pull her into me more deeply.

She asks me to be the man and lead and tell her what to do.
It is probably the sexiest thing a woman can do....to abdicate control and do so willingly.
I lead her and she follows and it feels natural and she feels safe and comforted while I feel respected and.....like I am her stability, perhaps, is the wording for which I search.

We head to my place and she climbs underneath the covers like a cat. She sleepily kisses me hard and bites my lip and her hands reach down. She climbs on top of me and she rides me until she cums again and collapses.
She asks for a minute of reprieve but says she must have me on top of her, my weight pressing down on her, having my way with her.
I satisfy myself as she is completely petal open to me and she adores it, her hands clawing at my back imploring me to go deeper and harder. She says she loves being sore the next day and sitting there silently at work knowing I did it to her.

We collapse and sleep deep sleep.
 
Good luck and happy hunting,
      - Yrs. in Christ