I was thinking about this as a contrast to the notion that sex is always better if it's energetic and even rough. I imagine that I'm not the only person who has a warming tale about gentle sex -- hence this thread.
I vividly recall the spring morning several years ago when my wife fell badly in the street and dislocated her elbow. She was in considerable pain as I rushed her to A&E and, after a mercifully short but still excruciating wait, was administered strong pain killers so that the medics could examine the damage properly without her crying out. It proved necessary to re-set her arm under general anaesthetic, so it was late afternoon by the time that she had recovered enough to return home with her arm in plaster.
The whole experience was a considerable shock for my wife, and her arm was very tender into the evening, so I soon tucked her up in bed with as much cushioning as I could find to minimise the chances of her arm moving or getting a painful knock. We settled down to sleep as best we could.
I was aware during the early part of the night that my wife was understandably restless, and I woke just a couple of hours later to hear her sobbing gently. Under normal circumstances, I would have given her a big hug, but even my only-just-awakened brain registered that this wasn't a good idea, so I put an arm softly around her shoulders. I quickly sensed that, after her physical torment earlier, my wife wanted something more by way of physical consolation. But how...?
I rose from my side of the bed, rummaged quickly in my bedside drawer and then positioned myself at the end of my wife's side of the bed. My wife observed me with a mixture of anticipation and concern. Very slowly and deliberately, I worked my way up the bed without touching her until I was poised over her without touching her, with all of my weight on my hands and knees. I paused for a few moments to apply copious lube to my cock (a tricky manoeuvre without falling over, but I managed it!). We both knew what was going to happen.
As my wife parted her legs obediently but uncertainly, I positioned myself to enter her. I moved at a snail's pace, pressing the head of my cock against her opening with slowly increasing pressure until I felt it move easily inside. My mind was focussed entirely on gentleness -- on caressing her inside and offering her body some loving compensation for the pain and damage that it had suffered. My thrusts gradually lengthened until I felt that my penis was methodically stroking the entire length of her vagina.
My wife was clearly enjoying this and so was I. It was clear that neither of us was going to get anywhere near an orgasm in this way, but that didn't matter. After a few minutes of gentle action (by which time my own arms had stared to complain!), we kissed passionately and then I clambered carefully back to my side of the bed. The earlier tension seemed to have evaporated from my wife's body, and she quickly fell into a contented sleep. I followed her soon afterwards.
Phew! I got a bit carried away describing that experience, but I certainly enjoyed writing it.
The question that I'm asking in a roundabout way is, do others have experiences in which gentle sex has been amazing?
