Jane
He said he never wanted to be that guy. Last night, spooning in bed after more-regular-sex, while my thoughts were in other places, he said it. He loved me. My heart flashed through an extra beat, and this, not his words, caught in my chest, and he pulled me closer, tighter in response to the gasp and I couldnt believe the grotesquely gorgeous sitcom situation Id actually managed to tumble into. I shouldve known it was coming. He started his finishing maneuver just after the opening notes of Tears For Fears, Head Over Heels, as if on cue, as if somehow, hed timed our session in bed, our entire night together, to culminate at this amazing moment, this glorious four minutes and fifteen seconds of heaven he was giving me, humping away in rhythm with the song, and I remember smiling, actually smiling, at the fact that he was enjoying himself so much, and snapping out of my daydream to the sounds of him half-grunting, humming along, "this is my four leaf clover, mmm-mm-mm-mm-mmh", I was almost able to let go, let the physicality of my being overwhelm consciousness, embracing the sex, knowing that it was almost over, thinking I could feign enough charitable interest to at least seem aroused, but suddenly, and finally, he tightened his grip before I was able to let go, his whole body went rigid, and then as he was spasming to a finish, I did all I could do and just relaxed as Roland crooned out the last words, "Funny how Time fliii-iies." It was done. I breathed again; Id hoped he would just throw the condom on the floor as was his usual custom and roll over and go to sleep. He didn't. Instead, he scooted back over to me, blanketing me with his sweaty arm, folding his legs into the back of mine which were already pulled into a half-fetal position, my mind already begining the work of drifting back to thoughts of others. Had my wits actually been about me, as they say, whoever they are, from the moment I met him, Id have questioned every piece of him, inquired of his true meaning, purpose. Had my wits been about me, I'd never have said hello.
He said he never wanted to be that guy. Last night, spooning in bed after more-regular-sex, while my thoughts were in other places, he said it. He loved me. My heart flashed through an extra beat, and this, not his words, caught in my chest, and he pulled me closer, tighter in response to the gasp and I couldnt believe the grotesquely gorgeous sitcom situation Id actually managed to tumble into. I shouldve known it was coming. He started his finishing maneuver just after the opening notes of Tears For Fears, Head Over Heels, as if on cue, as if somehow, hed timed our session in bed, our entire night together, to culminate at this amazing moment, this glorious four minutes and fifteen seconds of heaven he was giving me, humping away in rhythm with the song, and I remember smiling, actually smiling, at the fact that he was enjoying himself so much, and snapping out of my daydream to the sounds of him half-grunting, humming along, "this is my four leaf clover, mmm-mm-mm-mm-mmh", I was almost able to let go, let the physicality of my being overwhelm consciousness, embracing the sex, knowing that it was almost over, thinking I could feign enough charitable interest to at least seem aroused, but suddenly, and finally, he tightened his grip before I was able to let go, his whole body went rigid, and then as he was spasming to a finish, I did all I could do and just relaxed as Roland crooned out the last words, "Funny how Time fliii-iies." It was done. I breathed again; Id hoped he would just throw the condom on the floor as was his usual custom and roll over and go to sleep. He didn't. Instead, he scooted back over to me, blanketing me with his sweaty arm, folding his legs into the back of mine which were already pulled into a half-fetal position, my mind already begining the work of drifting back to thoughts of others. Had my wits actually been about me, as they say, whoever they are, from the moment I met him, Id have questioned every piece of him, inquired of his true meaning, purpose. Had my wits been about me, I'd never have said hello.
cinnamongurl:
Simply amazing...I love it.