Monica and Chandler celebrated their three-month anniversary. They had a romantic dinner at nice restaurant, early. They got to her place by eight-thirty. They calmly set the stage for lovemaking. Monica lit candles. Chandler removed the coverlet from the bed. Monica turned on some romantic music. Chandler opened a bottle of wine, and brought it in with two glasses. Monica dimmed the lights. Chandler set out their robes and the lubricant.
They met at the foot of the bed, embraced tightly, kissed deeply, and assisted one another in disrobing. Monica knew that Chandler would want to remove her lacy black bra that hooked in the front. Chandler's underwear was chosen by his lover, as was hers. He had mesh bikini briefs that he wore only for important sexual rituals. She lubricated his cock.
They did not get into bed. Chandler sat on the sheepskin on the floor, legs crossed. Monica straddled him. She lowered herself onto his rigid member. She settled in, and maneuvered her legs around him with some difficulty. They kissed, and melted into one another. This was Number 49, "The Lotus." Monica rested her head on his shoulder, wrapping one arm around his shoulders, the other hand resting on the back of his head. She sighed contentedly.
They put as much of their bodies in contact as they possibly could. They had discovered that the key to this position was relaxation. Chandler shifted his legs slightly. Monica wiggled her hips a little in response. They kissed some more, and somehow seemed to achieve an even closer embrace. They melted into one another, and neither could feel where one stopped and the other began. They were the proverbial "one flesh."
Chandler made one of his signature moves; he nibbled her earlobe, and sucked on the tip. He held it between his lips. He rolled and massaged the lobe between his lips. He licked the tip of her lobe with the tip of his tongue simultaneously. Monica smiled, certain that no one else, now or ever, did precisely what Chandler was doing now.
Monica purred and rubbed her neck against his. He gave her a jolt with his hips. It felt almost like an involuntary spasm. Monica's response was entirely voluntary. She squeezed her muscles as tightly as she could around his manhood. He writhed in reaction. They began to squirm against one another more and more expressively.
They looked at one another in silent agreement. They had no intention of completing their lovemaking in the Lotus position. They held it for a good, long time, until their urge to complete the act overcame them. Chandler helped Monica get off him. She stood, and lent him a hand getting to his feet.
They groaned and laughed at their muscle stiffness after such a simple maneuver. Monica arranged pillows to prop up her head, and another pillow under her hips. She opened her arms and legs invitingly, and said a comical, "Come 'n get it!"
Chandler mounted her, supporting himself on his outstretched arms. His cock glided easily into her. He gave a long sigh as his member plumbed her depths. She said, "Welcome aboard, Mr. Bing." He immediately worked himself in and out. He had not ejaculated in three days. This, in combination with the time spent in the Lotus position, brought him to orgasm quickly. He thrust fast and hard.
