Making Love

Tom Hagen and I met at a little strip mall around the corner from his shore place. He told me we were meeting at a tavern so I got the impression that it was a little shore town corner bar. I tend to stress over parking and directions in these situations so I was relieved when I realized it was situated where it was.

I pulled up next to him and he greeted me with a peck on the lips. I held out a box of chocolates from one of our local chocolatiers. I had a vision of us feeding them to one another in bed for some reason.

We ordered drinks and a plate of oysters then we were off to his place for a well thought out fuck fest. Only when we got there it was different. It wasn’t the hard, rough, forceful fucking that I had become accustomed to.

He gave me a quick tour of his little place then we sat on the couch. He leaned over and kissed me gently. It was the first time we had really kissed. This is always a concern. For me, if the kissing is not good the sex usually follows suit.

We kissed for a few minutes and were perfectly in sync. “What are you thinking?” He asked

“Wanna go in the bedroom?” was my response.

He immediately stood up and led me down the short hallway to the bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed fumbling with his watch as I slowly removed my blouse and jeans leaving my black lace bra and panties on. He took off all but his boxer briefs and we began to kiss again. He unhooked my bra as he kissed me and I slipped off my lace panties. I rubbed his crotch and could feel that he was beginning to get hard. This was a welcome surprise. I wrapped my hands around his balls and played with them gently before moving my mouth down to his cock. As I began to suck the head of his cock the entire member became rock solid hard. It was a beautiful feeling. His breathing quickened as I moved my head faster and then he said “Climb on top.”

As I rode his cock and he sucked on my nipples I could feel that I was going to cum. There was one last thing “are you going to cum for me baby?” Just the sound of his voice saying these words was enough to release my orgasm.

“Roll over,” he said in his soft sweet voice. He entered me from behind and all I could think about was how perfectly we fit together and how good his hard cock felt inside of me no matter how he turned or twisted. He held my hips and slid in and out of me watching his cock with every penetration until I could hear him groan and felt that last thrust before climbing back on the bed and pulling me into him. We lay there. He was kissing my body and rubbing me ever so gently with his hands. I wasn’t sure exactly what to do. I was enjoying this and although I wanted to reciprocate, most of the men I have been with prefer to be left alone once they have cum.

“I enjoy being caressed afterwards by the way,” he finally said as though he was reading my mind. I began to caress him as gently as he caressed me. I told him to roll over and gave him a back rub. He seemed surprised by my attentiveness but appreciative at the same time.

We moved together and lay with him spooning me from behind. I could feel his cock getting hard once again and again he slipped in from behind. “You are so wet,” he said in a complimentary manner.

“Would you like to try a little anal?” I asked him. He seemed particularly impressed with my willingness to have anal sex with him in the midst of our prior texts when the issue came up. I was a little smarter this time and texted to him that I was open to anal sex with 3 “requests”…my requests were 1. Lube, lube, lube 2. He goes slow and gently 3. He washes his cock after having it in my ass and before putting it anyplace else. Generally I am not a “rules” type of girl but after my experience with BD2 I felt more comfortable being forthright with the requests as opposed to spoiling the mood during the act. Fortunately Tom Hagen was on board.

“If you think you are ready,” he answered.

I was definitely ready and definitely wet enough and relaxed enough to handle him. Once again I rolled onto all fours and very gently he put his cock inside my ass. “Are you okay?” he kept asking.

“Yes, I’m fine,” I assured him. “It doesn’t hurt, I’m fine. It feels good.” I wasn’t lying. He continued to move very gently inside of me making sure that he was not hurting me. I assured him several times.

“Let me know when it feels uncomfortable,” he said in a very sincere caring voice.

“Fuck!” I thought to myself “I’m going to fall for this one!”

As we continued this line of love making I let go more and more and thought to myself “Please don’t fall…please don’t fall.”

Tom Hagen and I talked about the walls that we build up over time to protect ourselves from being hurt. He seemed to understand. He made no promises and no commitments. We made no plans to meet again but it was the first time in a LONG time that a man made love to me slowly, gently and thoughtfully. It was a good feeling. God I want that feeling again and I want it with Tom Hagen.