The Game-Changer

The Game-Changer

So there we were: J and I, watching a movie and cuddled on the sofa this weekend, having a low-key Saturday night, because my day had been kind of crazy and I wasn’t in the mood to go out. We were both hoping for hot sex, as I had just finished an extended cycle. My mood was horny (as usual) and cautiously optimistic. After trying to talk to him repeatedly about his “issue” during the intervening week, the most he would say is “we’ll get through it” but would not discuss it any further. It was frustrating; I didn’t want to dump him, but if things didn’t improve, my plan was to have a serious talk and start to end things.
The snoring did not bode well. I’m half dressed on the sofa, we haven’t seen each other in a week, and he’s <i>snoring</i>. How old is this guy anyway? I ask myself. What the fuck? I poke him so hard he almost falls off the sofa.
“Wha?”
“Let’s go to bed,” I sulk.
“No, no I’m watching the movie,” he says.
“You’re snoring” I point out. “It’s insulting,” I add. He sits up.
“I haven’t seen you in a week, we haven’t had sex and you’re snoring??”
He kisses me. “Watch the movie, I’m going to take a shower.”
I watch the screen, but I’m not paying attention. I’m wondering how I’m going to break things off, or if I should wait until the end of the summer, or what.
DAMN.
He comes out of the shower and we move to the bedroom. I’m ready to just go to sleep in his arms but he starts kissing me and playing with my nipples until he’s got me good and interested. Then he moves down the bed, kneels between my legs, grabs my legs and pulls me down the bed toward him. He then proceeds to give me the most fantastic cunnilingus, ever. Oh. My. God. He was tender, sweet, wild and relentless. His tongue just took me, invaded me and claimed me at the same time. He would tease my clit and then ignore it, lick me, tongue-fuck me, and then move back to my clit and make me come so hard…and then he would just lick me softly and kiss me while I came down to earth and he would start again. The third time, I directed more and he followed my instruction exactly, until I melted away and couldn’t talk anymore, and was just fucking his mouth, the only thing I could feel was his tongue stroking me and his hot breath on my pussy, soft, insistent so dirty and so good…
I hardly came down from that when he flips me over onto my stomach. Huh?
He reaches over me to the night stand grabs a condom and starts putting it on.
My heart starts beating a mile a minute. The future of our relationship is at stake, kind of.
From the way he grabbed my hips and pulled me to my knees I knew I was in for a pounding. Oh yes. He was just relentless, hitting me so hard he was, yes God, like a machine. Praise Jesus. He varied his stroke as well, and at one point I felt him hitting my G-spot, which made me start trembling, and practically howling. Who is this man? Where had he been? He’s giving it to me sooo good I can barely speak. But I have to.

“You’ve been holding out on me J.,” I say.

“No, you’re the one that had your period for three weeks.”

This is true, but not the point. I can’t speak, and give in to the relentless fucking until I can’t take it anymore and collapse on my stomach with him on top and inside me. Holy shit, I’m thinking, is this the same man? What the hell is going on?
“What’s the matter?” he asks. I can tell by the sound of his voice he’s amused.
“I need a break,” I’m panting and twitching.
“A break?” He’s all mock surprised. He’s kissing and nibbling my ass and my back.
“You’ve been holding out on me,” I repeat.
This is like finding out Clark Kent is a porn star or something.

“No, I just waiting for a certain condition to clear up,” he said.

I don’t know what this means and there’s no time to ask because he pulls me up and starts fucking me again until I come again, meeting him thrust for thrust. Baby.

Later.

The whole dynamic has changed. We’re truly more comfortable, intimate, and easy. Something has shifted, but I’m not sure how to describe it, except to say we’re closer. We’re a couple. He’s stroking me and I realize in the way that he’s touching me that we’ve broken a barrier. His arm is around me, my head is on his chest, and we’re talking and laughing…we go to sleep all tangled.
Morning. He licks me awake and we have a sleepy, horny fuck in an entirely new position. I have a shuddery, shivery orgasm, and he presses into me at the last minute and makes it much more intense. Happy Sunday.

Image: “la valse,” sculpture by Camille Claudelhttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Camille_Claudel via Museé Rodin, Paris.

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