Thanking God for the Gift of Sex

Garrett and I had been married 6 months when I went to London to conduct research. I was going to be gone 4 months.

By: Jorge Mejía peralta

My husband wouldn’t be able to come with me. He had his new company to run. We were disappointed that we wouldn’t see each other for a while; but we also knew that anticipation makes for awesome sex.

The morning I was supposed to leave, Garrett and I had “goodbye” sex. We made the most out of what time we had left. Of course we would talk on the phone and Skype each other. But it wouldn’t be the same.

Fast forward 4 months. I was back on a plane. I couldn’t wait for my amazing husband to be inside of me again. I felt a deep, aching hunger in my stomach for him.

A friend picked me up from the airport and dropped me off at home. It was about 8:30pm. I had jet lag, but I wasn’t going to let that stop me.

“Baby, I’m home!” I said.

He wasn’t there to greet me. I was disappointed. I assumed he was still at work. But I suddenly could smell his cologne. The kind I love, still fresh. He had to be here. I followed the scent as it got stronger to my bedroom. There he was, naked on the bed, waiting for me.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” I asked.

“I wanted to surprise you,” he said, grinning.

Garrett is 6’3 with blond, curly hair, green eyes, and a physique that can only be a gift from God: not too big and not too small.

“I’m surprised that you would ever marry me.” I said moving my hand over his body.

It’s the truth, I find myself asking that question. He could have any woman he wanted, and he chose me. I leaned in and hungrily kissed his chest and sucked on both his nipples, my hands roaming over the rest of his body. I felt my wetness growing.

I kissed his lips for the first time in what felt like forever. I unbuckled my belt and my pants and let them fall to the ground and I lay in bed with him. We just kissed for a while, me removing one layer of clothing at a time. Eventually, I was fully naked. I was wet and ready and he was fully hard. I wanted to do more than just kiss. I rolled on top of him, still kissing.

There are times when you want to do some serious banging, and then other times you just want to make simple, passionate , God-intended, love to your spouse. Today, I didn’t want to just have sex, I wanted to make love to Garrett.

I sat up straddling him. I guided his penis into my throbbing and anticipating pussy. We both moaned as he slid in. I moved my hips slowly back and forth. We looked into each other’s eyes as we both savored the overwhelming pleasure. I wanted to thrust faster and harder, but I controlled the urge. I kissed him and he turned over, never leaving my womanhood. I was on my back, grabbing his ass with both hands. We rocked forward and back, kissing and letting our hands explore each other’s bodies.

“Mm-mm, you feel so good, baby.” I whispered.

“I love you.” He said to me.

“I love you, too.”

We went at a steady, slow pace. Never speeding up. Going slow feels great because it builds anticipation and climax is much more intense when you let it come naturally instead of chasing it down. We kissed as he slowly moved inside of me. I felt his length sliding in and out. It felt so good.

“Stop, stop, I’m gonna come.” I said out of breath.

He pulled out. I wanted to last as long as he did. Once I have an orgasm, I can’t take anymore stimulation for a while. I wanted him to come inside me.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind.” He said.

“No, I want to feel your release inside me.” I said.

He entered me again. After a couple of strokes, I felt “the feeling” again. We stopped. I gently pushed him off and got on all fours. I can’t orgasm in this position. But I still like it. I love it when he grabs and squeezes my hips in this position. I could hear his soft groans.

After a while of this, he turned me around and I straddled him again. I buried my face in his neck and moved my hips up and down with long, slow strokes. I heard the sound of our skin slapping against each other. I couldn’t hold back any longer.

“I’m sorry, baby! I can’t…” My heart felt it was going to explode. Still I did long, slow strokes.

“Come for me, come all over my cock.” He said.

I instinctively moved faster. Every muscle in my body was tightening. I was in my own world.

“Ahhh, I’m gonna come.” I said, holding my breath.

And then FINALLY. I felt the long awaited climax. I felt my vaginal walls contract and release.

“That’s so sexy!” Garrett said as his own release followed a few seconds after.

I rolled off of him, trying to catch my breath. My cheeks were burning and sweat was rolling off my chest. I looked and Garrett was in the same state.

I thought about taking a shower, but I was too tired.

“We should separate more often.” Garrett said.

“That was…just…wow!” I said. I hadn’t fully recovered.

“I love you.” He said, kissing me.

“I love you, too. And I really love you.” I said pointing to his dick which was losing its hardness. We pulled the covers over us. Before I fell asleep, I thanked God for His wonderful gift of my man and sex.