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It's different each time, even though I've been with the same person for the last 4.5 years, and that is what makes it so much fun. It never gets old... always new feelings and emotions to experience during that act, and always more intimacy to build. Every act of sex brings us closer, again, in the way that ratbastid described above.
Last night, it felt like I had surrendered ownership of my body to another being, who climbed on top of me and used his body to claim me as his own. I loved the feeling of being taken, of losing our bodies within and around each other in pitch darkness, of touching and playing and licking all of those different parts, making noises of desire and satisfaction and more desire. Despite the late hour, we wanted to be naked with each other, flesh upon flesh, and experience that ultimate intimacy after cuddling and being near each other all day. It is raw energy, bounded and focused into the intersection of those two body parts, two living masses colliding into each other over and over again until exhaustion... and then the collapse, the breathing, the burrowing into each other and the feeling of utter release, safety, trust, comfort... all of that is a part of sex, for me.
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And think not you can direct the course of Love;
for Love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
--Khalil Gibran
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