A Stunning Spooning
Sex position has never been my number one concern. Honestly speaking, one can do a good sex regardless the position as long as both enjoy the moment mutually. Well, at least that’s what I believe. However, what if somebody shows you that position matters for him to the point where it affects the level of intimacy between you two? Thanks to this man, I discovered another new lesson in sex.
Let me tell you what he looks like in my eyes. His slender figure is my cup of tea. I love watching the frame of his shoulder — especially the prominent bones! To be frank, skinny guys attract me effortlessly. Every time those narrow eyes flash, he got me turned on a little more. The move of his thin lips sends quiver along my neck down to my spine — driving me insane. His presence never fails to take my mind wander to the bed where our skin rubs against each other in pleasure. Oh, sorry, do you mind if I jump straight to our session? I know you’re always eager for this part, though.
I thought he would let me rock him hard as he already had me losing myself in a lust for him. Nah, he told me to go in slow pace while touching each other. When i moved my hips in clock-wise sync, i took my time to watch him growling beneath me. Of course, he couldn’t resist to get up and suck my nipple as if he was sipping his favorite coffee. However, i noticed that part was only an appetizer. The main course was when he pumped me from aside. He spooned me so greedily as if he didn’t want to waste even a tiny bit of food from his plate. And the choke to my neck added up a gross amount of pleasure.
After having several sessions containing varied positions, i was surprised by a new smoothly-hidden lesson. The spooning brought us to another level of intimacy where the intensity of unspoken interactions glowed up. He became more expressive. His excitement couldn’t be covered as the lust was clearly sparkling from his eye sight — together with countless timid moans from his mouth. He didn’t even try to hide his smirk at the overwhelmed me. Oh, trust me, that smirk streamed a grand wave of turn on to me. It was a form of my achievement for making him act that way. I didn’t fail him, did I?
Before i wrote this chapter, i was in deep thought of why that kind of intimacy didn’t pop out when we fucked in other position. Then i took myself to learn more about his personality. He is a person who treasures comfort zone so much that he denies to find advantage or joy in another way. It may take ages for him to acknowledge a new stuff as his favorite. Enjoying something out of his comfort zone is like gambling for him. So, spooning is his comfort zone in sex.
That fact is probably the very reason of my wonder. He is firm about what he likes and dislikes. He isn’t into kissing just like he hates me moaning out loud. He avoids deep talk just like he always refuses me to take care of his belongings at my place. Therefore, he doesn’t enjoy other position as much as spooning. He dragged me to savor him the most in spooning only. In that way, i learned a new lesson that position could be more than a courier of sexual pleasure. It might eventually speak louder about somebody’s personality.
