Oneness

I got to the hotel first. I caught an early flight because I just couldn't wait.  The kid's Dad wanted to pick them up a couple of days early so I was free to jump an early flight.  The tension was building and I knew I needed to get there and settle in and settle down. It felt like an eternity since we last embraced.

The suite was lovely, fresh flowers, champagne...my favorite.  Chicago is romantic when you see it that way.  I ran a bath, put on some soft music, lit a dozen candles and lazily bathed in lavender scented water.  I knew he was coming, I could feel him making his way here.  Getting off the plane, car waiting, stopping to pick up a nice little something for me.  He would come into the suite, drop his things, wash up in the powder room and find me.  He would sit by the tub and start talking as if this was our daily routine.  We long since stopped that racing passionate fuck-on-the-floor as soon as we get into the room stuff.  We have mellowed, yet our passion has intensified.  We know what we love and like from each other.

It is slow and deliberate.  There is no rushing.  This is not an affair.  We are not married to other people and are sneaking around.  We live in different cities...different parts of the country with varying degrees of commitments.  We have not figured out how to blend our lives.  So we meet in the middle for long weekends, and school breaks, and vacations.

I step out of the tub, he wraps me in a towel, and we slow grind to the beautifully appointed king-size bed overlooking the city that takes your breathe away.  He's talking and whispering and laughing as he steps out of his finely tailored clothes.  I love the way he dresses.  I love the way he smells.  I love that he takes great care of himself as if he is a present just for me.

He meets me on the bed whispering I missed you, I missed you, I missed you.  I laugh and say have you now?  He kisses me, deeply, wrapping me in his arms tightly.  His hands move up and down my body as if he is remembering, reconnecting.  I pull him close... I am already wet.  I just want him hard and deep and NOW!

He knows it and pushes in deeply.  I catch my breath, wrapping my legs round him as if I was falling off a cliff. We quickly get our rythm. I just want to go hard and fast, but he slows us down.  I can barely stand it.  He slows it way down with deep, long strokes that make me feel like the time space continuum has stopped and I am drifting in eternity.

There is something divine about the experience of oneness with someone.  One perfect moment when everything stops except your own heartbeat in sync with someone else'. That's what it's like, falling backwards from the beginning of time.  A primordial awareness that surpasses every other experience you have ever had or known.

We lay still with each other.  Amazed at the passion, the depth and the joy.  It is awesome. For the next few days we will be one.