Divine Union, Passion's Embrace

21 hours ago

It was a lazy Saturday, a pleasant pause to their recently hectic schedules. Kostas was relaxing in their living room, soaking up the sun that was pouring in. He was in a reflective mood, thinking about life, his spirituality, and marriage to Opal. Despite the chaos, the couple always prioritized God and prayer in their marriage. Those two things were what kept them together. It was not easy, but it was worth it—just like their wait for their wedding night and each other.

Kostas wonders what their first time actually felt like for her. He’d been attentive to her vocalizations about what was pleasurable and what was painful, but he can only imagine what she felt. Kostas imagines that, if he could switch bodies with his wife for just one time, he could better understand what would take her pleasure up a few notches. She always voices satisfaction, but he feels that he should forever be learning more about her physically and enhancing their lovemaking. When she’d been his girlfriend, he could not stop thinking of ways to wow and pursue her. Now having her as his wife, the chase was still on.

Opal enters the living room and immediately recognizes Kostas’ state of mind, his reflections so profound that he doesn’t notice that she is watching him.

“What is swirling around in that beautiful brain of yours?” she asks, offering him the glass of water that she brought for him.

He smiles at the beautiful welcome intrusion on his thought before replying, “Are you sure you can handle it?”

“Yes, you know we can talk about anything; no judgment,” she reassures, straddling Kostas’ lap.

“I do,” he says and rests his hands on the small of her back.

Taking a sip of his water, Opal is on the edge of her favorite seat, waiting to hear what Kostas had been contemplating.

“I was just thinking about how I would love to experience sex from your perspective.”

“Like switching bodies?”

“Exactly. I know it is a little weird.”

“No, not really. I mean, it is a bit peculiar, but we can’t switch bodies physically.”

“I know, but the thought of it is just enthralling.”

“I agree; it is interesting. If we could, what exactly would you want to experience?”

“The sensations felt by your body. I know what you feel like to me from the inside, but I don’t know the feeling of having a vagina and being full. How does it feel when I am in you?”

“I cannot explain it—but I do have an idea.”

“I don’t know what you are thinking, but whatever it is, count me in!”

“I knew you would be up for it,” she smiles. “Give me a few minutes.”

Opal makes her way to the kitchen to boil water for tea. Her tongue may not be as large as his member, but at least she can attempt to duplicate the warmth of it. Grabbing her drink, she hurries upstairs to change into her lounging lingerie. It’s sexy enough to get Kostas’ blood pumping but comfortable enough to relax in.

“Okay, are you ready, Mr. Experimental?” Opal asks, resuming her position after taking a sip of her tea.

“Yes!”

She comes close to and caresses his face before whispering, “Here is what your tongue on my labia feels like.” She sticks her tongue out, tracing his lips with her tongue.

“And this is how your tongue feels on my inner labia.” She moves past his lips, running her tongue over his gums and the bottom of his teeth, clockwise and then counterclockwise.

Opal pulls her tongue out a bit and rests it in the space between his teeth and his lips for a few moments. “That is what your tip feels like when it enters me,” she murmurs against his mouth. Then she progresses past his teeth and all the way into his mouth, his tongue resting under hers.

Pulling back, she says, “And that’s how being full of you, all of you inside of me feels,” before returning to thrust her tongue in and out of his mouth in different rhythms, letting him experience how his strokes—deep and shallow, slow and fast, soft and hard—stimulate her.

As her tongue still moves in and out of his mouth, Kostas beginning to pant.

She says, “This is how it feels when you pound me and leave me quivering.”

By the time their tongues finish making love to each other, they are each gasping and groping at the other’s body through their clothes. Now instead of only their tongues dancing, their lips are too.

Pulling back, Kostas quickly scans the room for a flat surface to consummate this experience, while Opal goes for his neck and ears, nipping at them and gently biting. He settles for the floor since there is a nice plush rug on it; besides, it is one of the few surfaces in their house that they haven’t christened.

Kostas stands, his strong arms under her bum, and the two continue to kiss until he lowers her to her feet. “Meet me on the floor with nothing on. I am going to get a blanket so that we don’t ruin this rug.”

“Good idea; hurry up!” she replies, wasting no time in shedding her clothes.

Kostas can’t believe the sight to which he returns. His wife lies on her back with her legs spread, touching herself in all her naked splendor. In that position, combined with the fluffiness of the rug, she looks like an angel on a cloud. Who is he kidding? This life—the gift of marriage, becoming one flesh in such a pleasurable way, again and again—is like living on a cloud. It is a dream.

“KOSTAS, please hurry! I am aching for you!” Opal calls out, Her begging for him quickly snatches his attention from his daydream.

“So, will aching for you become burning for you if I leave you in this state?”

“You better not! Once you seduce me, there is no going back. Only you can cool the fire that you start between my legs,” she replies, getting up off the floor so Kostas can lay down the blanket.

“Seduced you? You were the one sticking your tongue down my throat.”

She doesn’t answer, instead grabbing his face, kissing him aggressively and repeating all her tongue action before breaking the kiss.

“And I just did it again.”

The statement and her smirk are too much for him. Before he knows it, her body sinks into the rug, and his member into her wetness. Thanks to lots of practice and a reservoir of knowledge about each other’s bodies, it doesn’t take long for them to find their rhythm. The unique song of their marital bed begins: the sounds of moans from their mouths and movement from their bodies.

As they near the edge, they attempt to ground themselves before their impending orgasm. Kostas’ hands find hers, interlocking with them, and Opal’s legs wrap around his lower back, intertwining right above his buttocks. They both climax, Opal first with Kostas shortly after, and their song hits the high notes as they each call out their other’s name.

For a few minutes, they don’t move. But as their bodies relax, Kostas’ hands release hers, and Opal’s legs unwrap and stretch. The song now comes to a close as breath slows, heart rates stabilize, and the sweat cools on their skin.

Kostas rolls off and lies beside Opal, snuggling close.

“Thank you for being open to trying things that are sexually out of the box.”

“Oh, Kostas, you are welcome! I am your wife, the woman who is supposed to support you sexually, and I enjoy it. Plus, it gives me the freedom to explore my kinkier tastes.”

“Yes, God knew what He was doing. Another woman would not have worked for me.”

“And neither would another man for me.”

“I am a catch, aren’t I? What other man would remember to get a blanket to preserve the rug when his wife is naked and passionately beseeching him.”

“True, I have to admit the blanket was an excellent idea. And I did get a little impatient!”

“You did, but I loved it. Back to exploring your “kinkier tastes”—do you have anything in mind?”

“Actually, I do! Now I want to know how it feels from your perspective when you enter me.”