IN WHICH WE ENJOY A BIG FEAST OF SOUL FOOD.
Nikos and I had been lying in each other’s arms for awhile, now, soulfully gazing into each other’s eyes. Sex was being redefined for me, along with “penetration.”
This hot adventure had left the physical realm and gone into rarified territory, one I’d only fleetingly experienced in special moments with true loves in my past. And those were men I had gotten to know quite well. This time was with a virtual stranger — I didn’t even know Nikos’s last name. Even more amazing, the depth of connection was unprecedented — like I had opened a door into a new dimension.
When Nikos spoke, the sound of his voice was dream-like, too.
“Now, Moonlight, we make it even deeper,” he whispered.
The way he had read my mind, about us going deep, well, that didn’t even seem odd to me — it was just part of the magical seamlessness. The one-ness. Of course he was feeling what I was.
Nikos released me from his arms as I rolled onto my back. He got on top of me and bent my arms back, lacing his fingers into mine. In my experience, when a man does this, it is the most romantic position for sex. Because it isn’t just sex, anymore, it’s making love.
Besides the teasing kissing he’d given me up on deck — a seeming eternity before — there had been no foreplay, save the soul-searing gaze we’d penetrated each other with for a timeless interlude. But foreplay, so essential in typical situations, just didn’t seem necessary or even appropriate now. This was definitely not a typical situation.
All this time, Nikos had been hard as a rock, though I hadn’t even touched him. I parted my legs underneath him, and without taking his eyes off mine, Nikos guided himself into me.
After a couple thrusts, he was in up to the hilt, and we both sighed in simultaneous satisfaction. It felt beyond good, and not just for the physical reason, that he fit me perfectly. The physical sensation was simply the icing on the deep, spiritual union we had already established. The body aspect was just the final detail in, yes, religious sex.
The best way to describe this indescribable, multi-dimensional body/mind/spirit union is, that it was the feeling of coming home, after being away forever. Aaah.
As the candles flickered soft shadows on our faces, still holding each other’s gaze and hands, we made love in a slow dream that seemed to last hours, and in the world of time, certainly went for at least forty five minutes, if not more.
The experience of so many levels at play was mind-blowing. And though I thought I’d “made love” many times in my life, nothing compared to the just plain sanctity of this. It goes without saying, of course, we climaxed together. And it was the longest and most intense orgasm of my entire life.
All this time, our gaze had not been broken. We lay in each other’s arms, still looking at each other.
We’d come home, alright, to the United States of Bliss.