Between the Sheets

What yesterday’s post should remind all of us is that a sexual experience isn’t always beautiful and exhilarating. We all have those moments, whether they are our first or not, that make us shake our heads. They leave us asking, “Oh, what was I thinking?�

And, then we have other moments that may truly define romance and intimacy for us. All things leading up to the moment that we make love to our mate, may have been as seductive and enticing as the act of love itself.

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The rain fell softly, as I drove up the coast that afternoon. The daylight started to blend into the clouds of the evening. I turned onto the gravel road that parted the heavily wooded forest. We had been to this cabin many times before, but tonight was the first rainstorm we’d share together. The soft glow of firelight and candles from the cabin let me know that, as usual, you had arrived before me. As I pulled up, I saw you waiting on the porch of the cabin in faded jeans, heavy sweater, and boots. Even in the fading light, I could see the smile on your face, and it brought one to mine. You grabbed the umbrella and came to meet me.

The weather didn’t hasten our greeting. We paused in the rain under the umbrella, and I enjoyed the feel of your arm slide behind me, your head lower to fall at my shoulder, and I wrapped my arms around your neck.

“I couldn’t get here fast enough,� I whispered. My arms slid from your neck to caress your face and gently kiss your lips. Each time I saw you I felt both the butterflies of a new romance and the longing of a love I had grown to live for.

“Your timing is perfect, baby. Let’s go inside.� You slung my bag over your shoulder, and guided me up the steps with your hand at the small of my back. Every touch from you I took with me, but that was one of my favorites.

It was beautiful as the lightning flashed, overtaking the warm light of the room with a blue-gray hue…We could rarely bring ourselves to dine anywhere that required sitting at a distance from each other, at least for our first meal of the weekend…You had remembered, and made a cozy, candlelit spot for us by the fire. I could hear music faintly, but only the sultry tempo was discernable. You were closing the umbrella and setting the bag on the floor as I looked around. I felt your hands at my neck, to help me remove my coat. You pulled my hat off and my hair fell about my shoulders. I felt your arms clutch my waist, and I turned my head to the side so that your face would brush mine as you pulled me to you.

We stood that way for a moment, enjoying the warmth of each other in silence. Then you turned me to you. Our touch of each other was always gentle at first, pretending to have the patience and restraint of a new love, but under the surface was a passion that we both craved. I tasted your lips as they kissed mine, and you pulled me more deeply into you, kissing me more firmly as your hands found their way thru my hair. You led me toward the warmth of the fire, as we continued to kiss, smile, and playfully tug at each other’s clothing. Your heavy sweater was damp from the moisture outside, and that was my excuse to remove it for you…Fortunately, as I slid my hands up the sides of your body, with your arms raised over your head, I took off the shirt you had on underneath as well.

“Crafty,� you laughed as you unbuttoned the blouse I was wearing…sliding it first down one shoulder, and then the other. Letting your lips trace the familiar contours of my body. I smelled of rice flowers and sweet almonds, which you remembered clearly and sweetly, even in between our time together. We continued to kiss for a while, and slowly you guided me down to the floor amidst the pillows and blankets.

To be continued…

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