“Thank you,” he whispered, his breath sent shivers down my spine.
Starting to give him some instruction regarding the kiss back but when our eyes met he shook his head and put one finger on my lips. I didn’t know sign language but that was pretty clear.
My eyes were smiling at Michael; his intention shining in his eyes. Why would I want that to ever end? It was clear that he wanted his appreciation to take on a lot of different forms.
I thought, “I’m about to go for a ride; everything will be fine. This sweet fellow adores me.”
Just as my patience was about to fray and I couldn’t bare him being so close with the aim to kiss me he made his move with the right amount of strategy and urgency.
Our faces were aligned; we stared into each other’s eyes. Like magic we were drawn together so that our lips met ever so softly, tender enough to break your heart. We both inhaled deeply; the rewarding scent was toping on the cake. Michael claimed my mouth as his own. I was transported to some far away place where I could feel everything, all my senses on alert. The urge to put my hands on him was more difficult to control than one would imagine. He, on the other hand was quite controlled - every move deliberate and measured.
I couldn’t say exactly how it happened but we were enveloped by some kind of invisible binding. When the wave hit, it was like a slow electric pulse that rippled down our bodies radiating from our lips and traveling through to our extremities. We leaned into each other, both of us moaning in appreciation. I wrapped my arms around him in order to hold on.
“Oh my God, Michael.”
My words were part of the ride. The pulsing began for real. The feelings were so intense I remember thinking I was coming apart at the seams as the vibrations undulated through the core of me. The pleasure was so exquisite it was nearly painful. I began to understand why Michael was so urgent in his request to please me. He was pleasing me beyond and back again. Just when I thought the ride was at an end, the feelings would swell and the pulsing began again. The rise and fall of that climax left us completely spent.
Was the balance back? Don’t know how it could be as Michael was pleasured as much as I was. The kiss back was extraordinary and the information I’d been given turned out to be erroneous, well if you have the connect on your side, I’m pleased to report.
Michael collapsed on the bed next to me. We were both breathing hard and in harmony. I felt his twinkling eyes on me, smiling at me and with me as he brought my hand to his face to brush my knuckles with his gifted lips. It was obvious that he was pleased with himself and wanted me to tell him how it was for me.
We just smiled at each other for a few minutes while I gathered my thoughts. I wanted to give him a good accounting of what went down for me.
“Michael, the first thing to report is the surprise of if all. From the moment your lips touched mine, I was enraptured.”
His smile widened and I continued.
“It was obvious that you didn’t follow the procedure to the letter but your spin on the kiss back may have been the reason I was able to experience it again. Though, I will have to say that I don’t ever remember having that intense of an encounter ever in my whole life.”
Michael wanted to have a conversation.
“Tell me about how it felt for you when the wave hit.”
I remember wanting to talk after sex with my husband but he was never really interested in a discussion; he just wanted sleep.
Closing my eyes in order to bring back the experience and retell it to Michael must have been a turn on for him because he kissed me lovingly on the forehead.
I started anew.
“I felt our breathing stop suddenly when the wave hit us. I say us because you were feeling it, too. Knowing that you were right there in the experience with me made it all that much sweeter.”
It was easy to see that he wanted more so I continued.
“Keeping my hands out of the equation was at first difficult but in the end it proved to be impossible. I needed my hands on you if only to hold on and to keep me anchored; I might just have drifted away in a dozen different directions.”
I took a slow deep breath.
“The pleasure was beyond anything in my memory of experiences and just when I thought I couldn’t stand it a second more, it started again and I reveled in it and what’s more I could feel you do the same. It was intense and superb; I am so happy to have the gift of recall.”
I knew the ability to summon up that experience would save me in the future when Michael was no longer in my life.
“Ok, it’s your turn to talk,” I said.
“Give me the account from your point of view, please.”
“It was different than before possibly because I was in control – well, I was in control in the beginning but somewhere in the middle there I was swept away, too.” He stopped to get on top of his thoughts.
“At first I thought of the process as an ordeal – it was going to be work impressing you and properly showing my gratitude. As it turned out, it wasn’t like that at all. The kiss was the beginning of the most satisfying experience I’ve ever had. Being with you while you were enraptured was doubly sweet for me because it was like you allowed me to join you in the most intimate and personal experience - not to mention my own involvement and internal reactions.”
We laid there for another hour talking about the loveliness of the whole experiment – scrutinizing every aspect of the way the kiss back affected each of us. There would be silence for a few minutes and then one of us would recall something to share and the discussion would begin anew. Finally we gave another hour to a conversation regarding the connect and where we might be standing after that kiss back.
We were connected still and we both agreed that we had the balance back. We felt at peace but were a bit wound up wanting the happening not to ebb. The real concern for us was the disconnect; would we be able to disconnect without the disorientation and pain – a big question we had yet to see about. In reality we were putting off discovering whether or not the disconnect would be difficult. I was putting it off because it may be too easy and then Michael wouldn’t need me anymore; that would be the beginning of my sadness. The reasons for Michael putting off discovering the state of the disconnect were not evident to me. I knew that we would eventually have to face whatever the disconnect brought us. I also knew that when we actually decided to find out, we’d be strong for each other.
For a bit we just stayed in our own heads. Thinking about each other and how we were so good at showing our gratitude and giving the other pleasure. I didn’t bring back the whole event but parts of it I examined and relived with my eyes closed. Michael was also wrapped in his own thoughts - thinking about something very pleasant, no doubt, because his smile betrayed any privacy he may have thought he had.
Michael broke the silence, “I’m going to have use the head; how about you?”
“Yeah, me too.” I said but I needed Michael to know everything so I continued, “To be completely honest and I think that’s necessary for us, I’m concerned about the disconnect – not because I’m afraid of the difficulty but because of the possibility that the process would be too easy.”
There was that puzzled look again. I needed to explain further.
“I’ve grown accustomed to your needing me and that loss would be big for me. Don’t get me wrong, I want what’s best for you, I’m just saying…”
Poor guy, how was he supposed to respond to that? It wasn’t very smart of me to include him in my thoughts of woe.
His response was the product of clear thinking.
“Remember that you are talking from the paradigm of the connect; the disconnect would probably give you a different prospective all together.