Gently Please (Part 4)

"Shh," you said soothingly and softly.

"It's alright," you tell me.... and I trust you.

My breathing slows, and then I realize that you are actually inside of me. (Oh, love, I breathe, and you kiss me passionately but ever so softly and gently.)

Now you ask if I'm alright, and I reply that I am. You kiss me again, and start to slowly move inside me, just a little.

I cry out again... You ask again if I'm alright, and I say yes. You are moving so slowly, only gradually getting faster... And it starts to feel really good.... I begin to moan with pleasure, making noises.... and our breathing comes shallower and faster, and our hearts beating faster and faster. I can feel the tingling in me. I breathe quicker and start to scream, softly at first. You cover my mouth with yours in a harsh but passionate kiss... your tongue is strong in my mouth, fighting mine.

I start to yell, "Ooooh oh," as the emotions.. as what I'm feeling threaten to overwhelm me. I see you watch me with that smile of yours and I whisper, "I love you" with barely enough breath as emotions and everything take over my sense...

Then, neither of us can think enough to say anything any longer- you move as fast as you possibly can-I feel my muscles clenching inside of me and every time they do, I feel you spurting inside of me, so warm and wet and wonderful.... you finally slow down because you can't stand it anymore, and I'm still clenching.

You collapse into my arms, no longer having the strength to hold yourself up. Though my arms are weak, I manage the strength to stroke your hair. I hold your body close to mine, trying to calm my breathing.
(I feel like I could hold you like this for the rest of my life, just the way we are. You lift your head and look into my eyes.... and I smile.)

You move so you're no longer inside of me, but laying next to me. You lean over to kiss me, and I welcome your soft lips.

"That was amazing," you tell me softly.

I can only nod. And then, you hug me close, then kiss me so gently. You ask if I'm sleepy, and I tell you I am. You offer to stroke my hair until I fall asleep, which you do...

My last thought before I fall asleep is how much I love you.