That Sound...

That sound you made.

Oh my god that sound you made... last night, when I was on top of you, riding you, slowly, slowly. Just rocking back and forth so that you slid in and out of me, just enough, not too much, just enough on each movement to make us both crazy.

You made a sound that reached inside me, to the core of me.

While I was leaning over you, our lips touching but almost not touching, kisses that were more like sharing breath and space and time. While I moved, rocking, making us both want more, but not moving faster.

You made a sound, a noise, a word.
"Oh..."

Just that. But it was a moan, not a deep and guttural groan that also lights me on fire, but a moan, a gasp. A sound that twisted my insides. Like first kiss butterflies, but more.

I kept on, a steady, slow pace. Not so slow as to lose heat, but slow enough that it was almost maddening, amazing. Oh, god it felt so good. You felt so good inside me, moving, just enough friction, just enough heat, our lips brushing together, and then, one more time, you made that sound.

"Oh..."
Just a little deeper this time, but still a gasp, a moan.

I understood, I knew. Knew those small sounds meant that you were just on the edge of control. That you could feel it, feel your control slipping, but that you would let it happen this time. For me. That you would relinquish your control to me for these moments, that you would let me bring you, not wait for me, not insist that my pleasure come first, not insist that I come first.

That sound moved inside me as you were inside me, moving, rocking, gliding in and out of me, just enough, just enough.

I kept the pace, not slowing down to let you recover your composure, not speeding up to bring you faster. Just the steady, slow rhythm of our bodies together, just me rocking on top of you, moving you in and out of me.

And when you came, still inside me, making other sounds, wonderful sounds, I kept rocking, kept moving, no faster, no slower. The same pace of sliding in and out, over and over, prolonging your climax as long as I could with just that same movement, that same friction, that same brushing of lips as we shared our space, our air.

I didn't stop moving until you grew soft inside me, spent. And I closed the gap and kissed you, and relished the feelings, the wonder, the satisfaction that I did this to you. I made you feel this. That my hands and lips and body brought you beyond control.

And that sound, oh, god that sound.

It has stayed with me. I remember, and hear it in my head, in my heart, and my muscles tighten in my chest, in my belly, lower. Butterflies, but not first kiss butterflies. Passionate, unbelievable, sexy butterflies.

That sound leaves me full of heat and distraction, waiting to come home to you. Waiting to come with you.