*Gravity by John Mayer*
Since I started listening to this song, I’ve always had this weird attachment to it. It’s probably because of the lyrics sung between the slow, sensual, and easy tempo graced by Mayer’s voice. The soft beats, mellow tune, and his guitar playing would always make me feel like slow dancing with someone.
You know that kind of intimate dance where it’s just you, your partner, and the music playing in the background?
I’ve always wanted to intimately dance with someone as Gravity plays in the background. My love for music and feelings for that person would make that moment so special, it would be ingrained in my mind.
A good glass of wine or even coffee on the side as we enjoy each other’s company, staying silent to enjoy the music, feeling that buzz of alcohol or that hit of caffeine, and letting the moment speak for itself. Definitely a dreamy moment for me.
As we feel the moment, the drinks, the music fading, and our bodies pressed against each other, we’d slowly kiss, feeling our soft lips against each other. Slowly moving to the bed as I’d lay down, him getting on top, and continuing our kiss that would slowly turn more torrid and passionate. From sensual to erotic, our tongues start playing together and our hands start exploring.
He would slowly approach my ears with his lips and kisses, slowly going down my neck, and down my chest as I’d take off my shirt and bra for him. He’d leave little kisses across my chest, my nipples getting hard from the tease, and suddenly suck my nipples to his delight. His fingers would pinch the other, caressing it, flicking it, making it harder than it already is.
I’d reach for this back, wanting to bring him closer. His biting and pinching get rougher, eliciting a louder moan from me as I can feel myself getting wetter by the second. He’d ask me to take off my skirt and panties, and I oblige happily. He’d kiss his way down my navel and to my inner thighs, placing soft kisses, teasing me more than I can handle.
I’d moan for him as he’d take his time before reaching the lips of my pussy, feeling my wetness with his fingers. He’d then start licking my pussy and slowly entering his fingers in me as I take a sharp breath, wanting to feel him more and more. His tongue finds my clit and plays with it, using his tongue to flick, twist, and lick my clit to my pleasure.
The feeling of his fingers and his tongue would bring me on edge as I reach for the sheets and moan in ecstasy for him. He’d continuously hit the right spots, as waves of pleasure and orgasms would overwhelm me one after the other.
As his fingers and tongue settle down, I’d get on top of him, kiss him across his chest, and play with his nipples. As I kiss, lick, and flick his nipple with my tongue, I’d use my fingers to play with the other, wanting to hear him groan in pleasure.
I’d slowly make my way down to take off his pants and boxers, his cock waiting for me to play with it. I’d start by licking his cock from his balls up to the tip of his cock. Without hesitation, I’d take his cock in my mouth whole, feeling his length in my mouth as my hands play with his balls. I’d suck his cock up and down, my tongue swirling and playing with his shaft, enjoying every moment of pleasuring him.
He’d gather my hair up to watch me continuously suck him to his enjoyment. I’d go down to suck on his balls as my hands play with his cock, then continue sucking him to no end.
After a moment of some euphoric high, I’d lay down, spreading my legs wide for him as he’d position himself right in front of my wet pussy. Missionary, that’s what we both want – a position intimate enough to feel each other and look into the eyes of the other. He’d enter me slowly as I take another sharp breath, finally feeling his cock in me.
He’d finally push his whole cock inside of me, and I can once again feel that high. We’d go at a rhythm, slow and sensual, to let the moment sink in. I’d moan with every thrust, and the feeling is undeniable. After some time, he’d pick up the pace and start going faster and harder. My hips raise for him to go deeper, and we both start to feel that intense feeling you get with someone special.
He’d thrust me and take me in different ways, and I’d follow his every move. All we want is to feel each other, inside of each other, the pleasure that mixes with the feeling of intimacy, familiarity, and affection. We’d go at it for some time before we both feel a buildup and a release that satisfies us to our cores.
We’d lay down next to each other – breathless, tired, and naked. We’d look at each other and smile, loving and living for every second that has just passed. I’d cuddle up near him and continue drinking the wine or coffee we have left. The music has completely faded, but the feelings stay between us as we both rest for another round.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/vxho8e/fm_gravity
Wonderful read :)