(please forgive formatting, am on mobile)
C (28M) always been a passionate lover. Sex has never been about the orgasm despite that being both our favorite part. He’s always made certain to take care of me (27F) first and I love the near-smug look of satisfaction when I climax. The absolute best is when he can predict my orgasm and climax right along with me. I won’t lie, I become weepy when that happens. In that moment, we are completely in sync, pulsing, throbbing, and giggling together.
Initiation is usually the same; he will approach me with bedroom eyes. I will blush and push him away, calling him a perv until he seduces me. It’s our thing. This time was different. I’ve been struggling with stress and anxiety lately, dealing with listlessness and a slew of emotions. I went on a rigorous bike ride with my roommate (W) and returned looking forward to a shower. I had asked C to help me in the shower earlier in the day; I broke my finger a few days ago and have difficulty doing certain things. As soon as I made it home, C led me to our bedroom, where things looked different in a way I couldn’t figure out. He stripped me slowly and carefully before stripping himself and leading us to the shower. If you have never had the experience of your lover washing and conditioning your hair, washing and massaging your aching body, and then fucking you a little bit as a tease, you haven’t lived.