Another Level
by Maureen Louise Reardon
Copyright© 2003 by Maureen Louise Reardon
Erotica Sex Story: How many levels are there to an orgasim?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Consensual Romantic True Story Oral Sex .
Copyright © 2000
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Knowing we were going to be together for an evening, was crowding every other thought my mind. I was so aroused, yet it I was not. This arousal went much deeper. The experience of her was linked deeper than body and mind can comprehend. Each of us had permitted the other to partake of our spirit side of the soul. The eternal spark of life where love lives forever. My anticipation of being in her arms filled me with a euphoric feeling. As of being intoxicated by some magical drug.
My senses were expanded to a heightened level of awareness. The heat of my shower wrapped around me with a steamy caress.
The moisture in the air was sweet. As I breathed it deeply into my lungs, eyes closed, imagining it was her. I leaned into the comforting stream of water. I had arranged for a second key for her to pick up at the front desk. To let herself in. Hmmm to let herself go. We never made plans for anything beyond just being together; nothing else mattered. Our plans were limited to a promise. To find some way to be together even if it meant waiting until our next life. The bathroom was thoroughly steamed as I twisted the shower knob closed. I imagined. I smelled her scent riding on the thick moist air. I pulled the shower curtain to the side. Several cotton towels were waiting for me. Throwing the closest towel over my head. I began to dry my hair. I then slowly burying my face in the soft folds.
I again breathed in deeply. Every smell was so clean and fresh. As I lingered in the soft embrace. I felt a warmth swirl over me. Before I could wonder what I felt, a warm intense thought envelope in my mind. In the same instant I smelled her. I felt the hunger of her mouth sucking me deeply into her mouth, my moan speaking the words that described how badly I had been missing her. The vibration of her voice spoke through me. Rapidly as she answered my own words. She loved me. She often said this to me. She knew I loved it when she pleased me. It did not take long for both of us to have our wishes come true. For I was as the beat of the waves crashing on the rocks. Looking at her face. That was one of the things I loved most about her.
I dropped the towel behind her, holding either end in my hands, her head and neck resting in a sling that held her to me. With a gentle coaxing pull on the towel, her hunger was renewed. She opened her mouth and moved down, her hands reached behind to pull my ass toward her. Her head rocked slowly from side-to-side as her tongue swirled slower still. I loved to watch her sucking me. I loved to watch her love me. And she loved to have me watch her. I began to rock slowly as she increased her motion on me. I loved it when she stayed deep, keeping me buried in her wet mouth, and she knew that was my preference. It was difficult to tell which of us was enjoying the event most. It was me who finished first as I thrust forward into her sucking. I surged into her waiting mouth, as I shook with waves of orgasm.
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