We get back to my house and she sits on the bed. I sit next to her. Cherie crosses her arms across her waist. I’ve been in sales my whole life. I’m a master of body language.
Cherie’s feeling a little conservative and insecure. I feel this and make sure I’m careful with my girl.
I pull her hair back and kiss her neck. She doesn’t resist. But Cherie never resists me. As strong as she is as a woman she’s always so passive to me. I continue to kiss her neck.
There’s nothing like kissing a woman’s neck. Warm, intimate and supple. They all respond the same as long as it’s welcomed.
Today it is.
I continue to kiss her cheeks and then her ripe lips. My kisses are received and she opens her mouth. Our lips swirl and I feel the heat between us.
As the man I need to melt whatever wall is between us in this moment.
“My stomach hurts.”
“I’m sorry, honey.”
I withdraw my advances. Baby’s hurting.
We cuddle on the bed. At this point I just want my girlfriend to feel better. I don’t even care about sex at this point. I love Cherie. If she’s not feeling well I’m cool with nothing happening. I’m just happy to be in the same room with her.
I mean that. Most men would be upset that they couldn’t fuck their girlfriend on the rare occasion they got to see her, but our relationship isn’t like anybody else’s.
I’m a patient cat and if baby can’t go I’ll respect that and let her go.
“I’m sorry about my stomach.”
“Cher… It’s okay. I’m just happy to be with you today.” (I actually mean that instead of my usual bold faced lies)
“Maybe I could just please you.”
“Cher, you don’t have to do anything. I’m just happy you’re here with me today.” (bold-faced lie)
Cherie goes on to give me an amazing oral performance that would rival Mia Khalifa. (How does my love have no gag reflex? (Best girlfriend ever!)
Cherie with her tummy troubles gives me an amazing blowjob that is loving and glorious. Not a BJ to get you off but one that says, I love you. So much attention to detail. The BJ you want to last forever. The Cleopatra blowjob. There’s a difference and you know that guys. That’s the chick you marry
Cherie’s in a place where she’s worried about our intimacy and yet devours me with perfect vigor. I don’t need that, but at this point of the day, it’s welcomed as affection and loving.
She tells me she’s having some fear about sex because of her stomach problems. I understand because I’ve had tummy troubles my whole life. I tell her if she’d like, she can turn away from me, and I can spoon her with some sex and she won’t have to move.
I pull off Cherie’s jeans and black lace panties. I struggle to get them over her feet like every man on earth. Away they go and I place them on top of the bureau. Cher is on her back. I’m worried about her stomach but I think she wants what we’re about to do.
I try to do a familiar move from the side so she can just relax on her back and I figure out a little thing I developed a few years ago called “Scissor Fight”
Things are beginning to ignite and Cherie returns and says the four magic words that unlock the puzzle that’s been our distant relationship over the last few months.
“Get on top of me.”
Cherie is back.
There are moments in a man’s life when he need not speak, but simply act. And act I did. I knew just what to do. I’ve been in a loving highly charged sexual relationship with this beautiful baby for over a year and a half.
It was T minus One and we need to reach escape velocity on a fountain of fire and not burn up in re-entry.
It was glorious.
Her stomach pain was replaced by thundering ecstasy of orgasm after orgasm. It’s not me. I just deliver the goods, but I know how to please Cherie. Whatever I’m doing always magically works for Cherie.
She tells me that it’s never been like this with another man.
I fucked her back to the stone age and that’s exactly where we wanted to go.
When Cher is beneath me I hold her close and stay focused, because with every woman I’ve ever been with her pleasure is always first. I really don’t care about my finish. I can cum anytime I want. But I’ve always believed if a girl liked me enough to bring me into her bed, It was always about pleasing her. I never cared about me. The opposite of most men. But that’s why I’m surrounded by women friends and phicklephilly exists.
Of course I finished in an elegant way we both never saw coming (Pun) But after some rocky time apart we were diamond hard as a couple again and I loved that.
For my nympho girlfriend to close herself off from me and withdrawal was troubling. But to spend time with my love over an elegant date and celebrate our love was amazing.
But the love we made on top of my light blue comforter in the afternoon light of a warm February afternoon meant so much to me.
I feel so close to her again and I’m so happy we’ve reconnected. Please see me in two weeks for more fun and love.
I miss you honey.
On the walk back to her car, she was back to the lively, wonderful woman I’ve grown to love. I literally just needed to break the seal of who we are by really connecting with her on our most animal level. We both love each other deeply, but sometimes just a glorious fuck between lovers can fix everything.
Come what may.
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