He went so slow i ended up crying

I've been sitting on this story for a while, mostly because it completely changed the way I look at intimacy. When I was 19, I didn't really have a high bar for what sex was supposed to be. Up until that point, most of my experiences were just aggressive and fast. It felt like I was just there to be used, rough, quick, and honestly, pretty disposable. I just assumed that was the standard and I didn't really know any better.

Then I matched with this guy while I was spending a weekend in a different city. We ended up meeting back at this small, quiet Airbnb he was staying in. Honestly, I went into it expecting the same old routine. I figured we’d be done in twenty minutes and I’d be heading home. But the second we got close, the energy was really different.

He didn't rush anything. We started out just talking, and when things finally started moving, he spent probably half an hour just on foreplay. I never experienced this before, it was crazy. He was so focused on me, making sure I was completely ready and overwhelmed before we even really got started. By the time he actually moved with me, I was already more into it than I’d ever been with anyone else. I was wet and if he tried to put it in that moment, it would easily slide in.

The sex itself wasn't a race. He kept things long and slow, and fucked me for hours. Kissing me all over my body, touching me everywhere, making me feel like I was at the center of the universe. It wasn't about performance or trying to be a marathon man, it just felt like neither of us wanted the moment to end. At one point, we shifted so we were spooning, and he stayed inside me while moving at the perfect pace.

While we were like that, he reached around and found my hand, interlacing his fingers with mine and squeezing tight. He just held me against him, kissing my shoulder and moving in and out slowly. With his other hand he reached my clit, working perfect little circles on it. I was ready to explode. He took his hand to my mouth and I spit on it and in the moment he put his hand back on my clit I exploded. Feeling the wetness on my clit and his cock in my pussy was just too much. The moment felt insane and afterwards he just continued spooning me.

It hit me right then, I had never actually felt held during sex before. I’d never felt like someone was actually looking out for me or caring about how I felt in the middle of it. It was so intense and so safe at the same time that I actually started crying. I was just laying there with tears hitting the pillow because the feeling of being loved and protected while we were being that intimate was something I hadn't even realized I was missing. It was hands down the most incredible experience of my life, and it totally reframed what I'm willing to settle for now.