Awaked
I am alone in our bed. You are off on some weekend jaunt with the boys, and I
have no expectation of seeing you before daylight. The time is close to three
am but I can't sleep. My thoughts drift, coming quite naturally, to rest on
you. My body is warm, relaxed, and yet I feel the need for you like a physical
ache. It keeps me awake.
My textural memory begins to explore you, in my mind. I start thinking of how
you feel under my hands, under my fingertips. The contours of your face, the
feel of your skin, the pulse of blood so close to the surface. The texture of
your lips as my finger explores, and the sharpness of your teeth as you
playfully bite. The smooth texture of your skin as my hands migrate down
either side of your neck, and across the muscles of your shoulders and upper
arms. The soft downyness of the hair on your forearms. The weight and the
strength of your hands on my body. The hidden hardness of your collarbone.
The warmth of your chest, knowing a heart of molten gold pounds beneath. The
crinkle of your nipple under my lips. The springy texture of the hairs on your
chest, the line that trails downward, over your belly. The grain of muscle and
bone, and the rough texture of hair under my cheek as I rest my head on your
bare thigh. The feel of your shaft, hard and pulsing in my small hand, knowing
your need for me stands so apparent. The clench of your buttocks as my nails
dig into your skin. The hollow of your lower back, the smooth expanse of your
broad back and shoulders. I make the circuit of your body again in my mind,
smoothing hot skin, experiencing again the textures that my skin, my hands and
my fingers know so well.
My own hands have strayed to my breasts, both nipples standing up, hard,
needing your touch. I lower on hand, across my belly. I think of touching
myself, needing release, but wanting so much for the touch to be yours and not
mine own that roves to the place that waits, wet and ready for you. Even
without you touching me, the thought of your body alone has bid my own ready.
Startled from my reverie, I hear the dog bark, downstairs. I tense, knowing Max
will continue to bark if a stranger is there. But there is only the one
report, and I lie there knowing it is you, come home early, unexpected. I
hear your familiar footfalls on the stairs, and you whispering to Max to lie
down. With every light in the house off, and thinking me asleep, you enter the
room silently. You undress silently, removing each item and letting it drop to
the floor with hardly a whisper. You slide gently into bed, trying hard not
to bounce me, as your weight is added to the mattress. I try to breath slowly
and deeply, feigning sleep. The fan and the air conditioner cover up my
attempt at deception.
On the way home, you have thought of nothing but my warm and, quite likely
naked body, alone in our bed. Visions of waking me, your cock hard and
drumming inside me, has aroused you on the ride home. You tug the sheet away
from my breast, and reach out a hand to touch my raised nipple. I can't resist
a soft moan, and I sleepily turn towards you. You gently brace my lifting
shoulder, gently encouraging me to continue on my back. You lean over me,
kissing me first along my jaw, and then close to my collarbone. Your hand
strays down my body, heated silk under your palm. Once again, a hard nipple is
located, and you bend your head to take it into your mouth. Again I moan, and
my hips rise with the pull of your mouth.
Impatient, you flip the sheet down off of my body, baring me, nude against the
faint moonlight that seeps through the window. Your mouth still fastened on my
nipple, you spread my unresisting legs and quickly move to position yourself
over my lethargic body. Your hand strays upward, testing the wetness you know
rests between my waiting legs. Knowing that your touch will wake me, the
urgency in your body almost betrays you, but you manage to slowly edge your
cock between my thighs to the entrance of my pussy. Slowly you let some of
your weight rest on me, pinning me to the mattress, holding me steady for when
I would suddenly awake. A sleepy "Oh" stimulates you, and you plunge your
throbbing cock into me. You encounter my customary tightness, but thrust in
deeply knowing that my body will give way. You lower yourself to your elbows,
crushing my breasts to your chest, as my arms encircle your body. No longer
pretending to be asleep, I say, "Oh, god," my voice low and sensual. My voice
eggs you on, your hips now rhythmically moving to force your cock in and out of
me. My breath catches in my throat as you thrust deeper and deeper. Every
stroke harder and more forceful, my hips moving to meet your every blow, my
hands encouraging you by gripping your tense ass.
In the moonlight I can see the grin of joy across your face. Your cock buried
hilt deep in me and the pleasure of your plan to enter me while I slept,
realized fully. Knowing it not to be a dream or a mere memory of you, I stroke
your body, what I can reach, with my hands, feeling not just the bone, muscle
and hair but the incredible heat of you. The heat of you wanting to take me so
badly, to steal me from my sleep. Your pumping brings the increasing cries of
pleasure from me, as you expected. You take your pleasure from me, but in
return give me what I had been longing so desperately for only moments before.
You feel me then cumming, contracting around your engorged cock, and the need
to release your seed, pour yourself into me cannot be prevented.
