After a while, Kelly lowered her head so the two of us could share a long, gentle kiss. When she raised up again, I lifted my head and began using my mouth and lips and tongue on her breasts so that my hands could move on to better things: gently caressing any part of her body that I could reach. From the slender delicacy of her shoulders to the firm globes of her clenching ass, I marveled at the warm, velvety smoothness of her skin – and thought still again how lucky I was to have her as part of my life.

We continued like that for some time; when Kelly began to get a little tired, it wasn't necessary for her to say anything – we knew each other well enough that when she lowered herself to lie on top of me, I simply bundled her in my arms and after a little rearrangement of our legs, rolled us over so that I was on top of her. Holding myself on my elbows above her, I could feel the hard pebbles of her nipples dragging slightly on my chest as I began moving inside her. As I did, I also lowered my head so the two of us could kiss – our tongues dancing in each other's mouths. We finally had to come up for air, and after we'd each caught our breath, we went back to kissing each other again – but on the face, the shoulders, the lips, and elsewhere.

Though our lovemaking was slow and languorous, it was still lovemaking – with each kiss, with each motion of my manhood in her, our pleasure was increasing. Somehow, somewhere along the line, I felt myself "disconnect" from what I was doing. It was as though I had stepped outside myself – I could feel the pleasure I got from my hard cock sliding in and out of her hot and wet vagina, but it was as though the pleasures of my body and my mind had become separate entities. Looking down at her, I looked into her eyes – and suddenly knew – without knowing how I knew – that she was experiencing the same thing.

With that knowledge, I tried to see if that part of me that was me could find the same thing in her – and did.