I love you sex

I pull her on top of my chest, cradling her face as she looks down at me. “You love me?”

 

Tessa smiles, “I never stopped.” Her blue eyes are breathtaking as they bore into mine.

 

I pull her face down so I can kiss her properly and she takes the opportunity to straddle me.

 

Tessa kisses my nose, “Bell, let’s have ‘I love you’ sex.” 

 

I smile at her, “Is that different from other sex?”

 

She rolls her eyes, “Yes, it’s the sex we have right after we say ‘I love you.’”

 

“I didn’t know ‘I love you sex’ was a thing.”

 

She laughs at me, “What, you haven’t had ‘I love you sex’ before?” When I don’t respond, she looks down and holds my gaze. “You haven’t.”

 

I rub my hands up and down her arms. “I never really loved anyone else, Tessa. Not like this.”

 

Her eyes are bright with tears, piercing into my soul, and she nods, “Then that means I get to be your first.”

 

I sit up to meet her for a slow, passionate kiss. She cards her fingers through my hair while I wrap my arms around her, pulling her as close to me as possible. I lift her off of me briefly to change position. She waits patiently(ish) while I settle myself into a cross-legged position. I considered getting into an actual lotus yoga pose, but decided it was too much hassle. I pull her back into my lap, positioning myself to meet her entrance. She doesn’t break eye contact as she sinks down on me while I wrap her legs around my back so she can lock her ankles together behind me, mirroring her arms around my neck. 

 

I have purposely never had sex in this position because of the sheer level of intimacy shared between partners. Tessa is the one and only person I will take in this pose, the Lotus pose. We are eye-to-eye, sharing calm, deep breaths. When she inhales, I exhale. She exhales, I inhale. We share everything this way. I hold my hands on her hips to guide her movements, rolling her pelvis back and forth experimentally while we figure out what feels the best. We develop a rhythm and I move my arms to wrap around her lower back, anchoring us to each other. I mirror her movements – as she breathes in, she rocks her pelvis backward, tightening her inner walls around me while I breathe out. Then as she exhales, I inhale while she rocks her pelvis forward again. 

 

This isn’t a position for thrusting. “Rough” isn’t possible here. I can’t take her ‘hard and fast’ like this. This is a position of equality and intimacy. We rock each other slowly, back and forth in waves of indulgence.  Neither of us is capable of keeping this PG-13, though.  Tessa thrives on dirty talk, and now, so do I. The eye contact is intense, and when we start saying dirty things to each other, the effect is overwhelming.

 

In between gasps, Tessa is moaning, “Oh, god, Gabriel that’s it.”

 

I’m panting back, “Fuck, Tessa. You feel so goddamn good.”

 

She whimpers, “Tell me,Gabriel. Keep telling me things.”

 

“Dirty things, Tessa?”

 

“Fuck, yes, filthy things, Gabriel.”

 

“Fuck, your pussy is so fucking tight and smooth around my cock… And when you rock your hips back… damn… like that, you clench your cunt around my cock and it’s fucking glorious…”

 

She’s moaning, clenching herself even harder around me. “You fill me up so goddamn good,Gabriel. I love when you’re stretching me out like this.”

 

“It’s amazing, feeling you stretched out around me, your cunt stretched tight around my cock…

 

“Your huge cock, your huge fucking cock”

 

“Fuck, Princess… fuck…”

 

She maintains the steady rocking motions, but her voice is trembling, “Gabriel… touch me.”

 

Now would be a nice time to have more than two arms… “Where to you want me to touch you?”

 

“My clit,Gabriel, touch my clit. I wanna come.”

 

I oblige, gently rubbing her engorged bundle of nerves with my thumb in pace with our rocking. I feel her walls fluttering around me, which is still, hands down, one of the most incredible things I have ever felt. “Come on, Tessa, let go…” She throws her head back and I see her eyes close. With my free hand, I cup the back of her head to lift it up again. “Open your eyes, Tessa. Give me your eyes…” She lifts her head up for me and opens her eyes. Time stands still while I am swallowed into their depths – of passion, of beauty, of love. I realize now that the love has always been there.

 

The strength of our shared gaze is earth-shattering, almost painful. “Oh my god, Gabriel, please!” She squeezes her eyes closed, as if the intensity of our gaze is too painful.

 

“What do you need, Tessa?”

 

“You, I need you,Gabriel. I need you to come with me.”

 

I tighten my grip on the back of her neck, guiding her head back up straight. “Give me your eyes, Tessa. Open up. Give me YOU, Tessa…”

 

She opens her eyes again and tears flood them, and when I feel her thumb come up to brush at my cheek, I realize my eyes are wet with tears as well. She nods furiously, biting her lip, “I’m yours, Gabriel. I am yours, and you are mine.” She pulls me into a bruising kiss as our rocking picks up pace. She breaks the kiss and crushes my forehead into hers, “Say it, Gabriel–”

 

I nod back as I meet her lips in passion, only breaking the kiss to repeat like a prayer, “I’m yours, Tessa. You’re mine.” I feel her nearing the edge – the fluttering of her walls strengthens, our kisses become frantic. I tilt my hips slightly and hit a new angle, making her scream as she falls over the edge, pulling me with her as we climax together. Every pulse of her cunt milks my cock as I empty myself completely into her. I wrap my arms back around her tightly, dropping my forehead to her collarbone while I feel her breath on my neck and shoulder. I feel her fingers caress up and down my back as we melt back into each other.

 

We stay like this for a while – I’m still inside Tessa, our heaving chests calming as our breathing returns to a normal pace. The sheen of sweat on our bodies is drying, leaving a chill in its wake. I feel Tessa kiss the side of my neck. I press open mouth kisses along her collarbone, dipping my tongue into the hollow of her throat (the suprasternal notch – another random piece of anatomical knowledge, courtesy of Tessa Williams’s anatomy studies). Her fingers are threaded through my hair. She tugs lightly and I look up at her. She’s smiling, and she’s Tessa, and she’s goddamn beautiful. I can’t take my eyes off of her.

 

Her voice is raspy, “Hi…”

 

I crack a smile at her as I rub small circles into her back with my thumbs. “Hi, yourself…”

 

“I fucking love you. Like so fucking much,Gabriel.”

 

“I fucking love you, too, Tessa.”