Awaked

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.