Him And Her 6

Him

We sit in bed each night after our long day. Each of us doing our own thing. I'm browsing Reddit on my phone, and you're reading the latest romance novel on your Kindle. Our bedroom is cool and we lay on top of our fitted sheet, with the covers smashed down at the foot of the bed. We are propped up on our pillows. I'm in my boxer briefs and a t-shirt, you're in your panties and a t-shirt.

Every night after a long day of work or play we always lie this way. This has become the ritual for our evening: To sit in bed together after our long, daily separation. I enjoy these quiet moments as it gives us a time to reconnect and relax. Gone are the days of immediate sex as we get into bed. Those days were great, and I miss them, but it's unrealistic to expect the lust and newness to last forever.

I look over at you to see you have put your Kindle down on the nightstand. You turn off your light and roll onto your side facing away from me. It is now that I usually make my move to see if I get to cum tonight. I know that you probably don't need to cum like I need to. You have much more self control, and you don't think about sex the way I do.

I look at you lying there on your side, your panties barely covering your ass. It's that nice ass of yours that really attracts me. My eyes follow the curve to where your back squeezes in towards your waist. It's looking extra sexy tonight. I can feel my dick growing beneath my boxers and there lies my conundrum. Should I push forward to feel your ass in my hands or should I hold back and be happy with the pleasure I'm getting just by looking at you? I begin to wonder what you're thinking as you try to drift off to sleep. Is your mind wondering what I'm thinking right now?

I inch closer to you and brush my hand against the side of your ass. The contact is electric, as always. Your panties and my skin make an undeniable connection. I do not hear you move, but my dick tells me that you are getting into this. At least that's what I tell myself. I look to you on the bed, and you don't react to my touch. I was hoping you'd move your ass against my hand, giving me an invitation to move further.

I'm beginning to enjoy this and continue my slow trail up your back. My fingertips are barely grazing the surface, but I feel every curve, every contour. I'm afraid to push deep into your skin, because I don't want to startle or freak you out. The last thing I want to do is lose this moment, because you are too tired to enjoy it. You don't move, so I take this as an open invitation and move my hand to the base of your spine. I feel the small of your back and lean into your right ear.

"Are you awake?" I ask softly. Of course you are, but I ask anyway.

I feel you move your head to the side, and I can make out that you have opened your eyes. I'm never really sure until this moment. Will you tell me you're too tired, or will you roll over and face me? I smile slightly as you move a bit more.

Her

I feel your hand slide across my ass. It feels good...so good. I want to lie there and savor the moment, but I'm still in my head. I know you want sex.

You always wants sex, and I sometimes feel it's out of habit. You crave me and my body. I like that you crave my body and I like that I'm appreciated., but I don't want sex to be the reason why you're with me.

I don't want to be too much. I want to be what you need. I know that you crave me, and I need to believe that you actually feel some affection for me besides your need to get off. I always enjoy hearing and feeling your desire, but it takes me a bit more time to get going these days.

I don't want sex tonight, but you're my husband, so I'll help you come. You love it anyway.

Him

I continue to rub your back, hoping I'm not being too obvious in my efforts. I'm trying to make sure you know that I'm hard, and that I'm wanting more than just affection from you. I'm trying to get you turned on.

It's been a long time since you were the aggressor. I can't remember the last time I felt your hands on me while in bed, trying to wake me up. Sure, you give me hand jobs from time to time, but you were never the one initiating them. How should I read into this? Maybe I shouldn't. It's ok how it is.

I can feel your body relax, and I know you're finally giving into my touch. You push your ass out a bit so I can really feel your body.

"Mmm. That feels good." You say.

I continue to rub your back, gently sliding my hand down to the side of your ass and down your leg.

"I've missed touching you like this." I whisper before kissing your hair and ear.

Her

I'm surprised you're touching me this way. You are usually afraid to go deeper. I begin to relax into your touch. I don't think about the fact that I haven't touched you all day. No kisses either. I'm trying to remember the last time this happened. I need to let you know that I enjoy this. I need to provide some type of positive feedback. I need to let you know that I'm not just laying here, or you'll think it's not as good for me. I need to show you I'm happy to have this.

I move my hand to your boxers and run my palm over your growing penis. I hold it in my hand as you continue to rub the back of my right thigh. My hands have always been strong. My grip is tight, and I know you are turned on. You hear me sigh, yes, I like this. I like how you are stroking my leg. I move my hand on your dick, I run my hand down your balls and cup them in my hand. I begin to feel your dick growing slowly. It's been awhile since we've just felt each other. I wish I had the courage to look you in the eyes and tell you that I'm thinking about us. Tell you that I'm happy you are here. Tell you that I want to make love to you all night. I don't let myself move past that thought though.

I remove your boxer briefs. I play with your balls, lightly stroking them with my fingers. I think about the last time you ejaculated in me. This time, I'll be the one to show you I'm affectionate. I hear you moan softly as I stroke your dick. I run my thumb along the tip noticing the pre-cum that sits there. I take the drop of pre-cum on my finger and place it on my tongue. It tastes metallic and kind of bitter. I look down to your cock that's standing at full attention. I'm glad that I can still get you this hard.

Him

I'm surprised when you touch me, as you usually just enjoy the attention, but never reciprocate. Your hand slides around my shaft, and I keep my hand moving slowly up and down the side of your leg. Making sensual, tender love to you is so much better than the days of fucking you. People get bored with constant, vanilla sex and that's why we are like this now.

I love that you are stroking me, and I move my hand between your legs and feel your wetness through your panties. Every time you get wet, I get harder. It's almost Pavlovian at this point. I run my thumb over your wet pussy, and you arch your back a bit more and let out a small sigh as I rub you.

I bring my hand up to your lips and wipe my thumb across them, feeling their soft ridges. I lean in and kiss you, slowly sucking your wet tongue into my mouth. I kiss your eyes, nose and lips, and then again kissing your mouth as I slowly slide my hand inside your panties. Surprisingly you let me inside. I slowly rub your sweet, wet labia, feeling your slickness, and letting your juices slide between my fingers. I move my finger back and forth, and you stroke me harder.

"I missed this." I whisper into your ear before kissing behind it.

Her

You breathe onto my ear and kiss behind it. I can feel your dick pressed against my gripping fist. I love that my hand is wrapped around your cock. I continue to stroke you and run my hand over your balls. You push your dick through my fist pretending to penetrate me, and know it feels so good to you. You love it when I grip hard and slowly move my hand down you cock. It must feel like you are fucking an incredibly tight pussy that barely wants to let you in.

Your fingers are pressing against my pussy. I push my hips out so you can rub me deeper. I want you to feel how wet I can get. I want you to feel how much I want you. I want you to want me.

I want to connect with you, and I want you to be happy. I want to continue to please you. I want you to continue to enjoy me. I want you to know that I'm thinking about us when you fuck me. I want you to be inside me. I want you to come hard. I want to feel you. I want to taste you. I want you to hear me getting off. I want to be the only person who gets you hard. I want you to be happy with me. I want to show you how much you matter to me.

I continue to stroke your cock. Your pre-cum giving us plenty of lubrication as I move it from your pee hole to your shaft, taking advantage of the natural slickness that dribbles out of you. I let you stroke and finger my pussy. I moan and hope I'm showing you what I'm feeling. Kiss my neck. I love the way you kiss my neck. I feel my muscles begin to tighten. I feel you watching my body's reactions. I want to look up at you and open my mouth to say, "I want you".

Him

I want to remain hard, so I shift on the bed, and you let me remove your panties. I ease my finger into you, and you push your hips toward me, and I can feel your wet lips sliding against my finger. I'm big, and powerful, taking what I want -- just the way you need it.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" I ask, and you push yourself harder against me.

"You like me fucking you with my hand, don't you?" you ask.

"Do you want to cum for me?" I ask. "Look at me." I say and you turn your head so I can see your eyes.

"Yes. I want to cum for you." You say and kiss me again.

Her

I want to cum for you. I whimper underneath you. I accept your fingers sliding into me.

I watch your face. You are not smiling. You are not frowning. You have your serious face on. It's the face you have when you want to make big money, or fuck me like you mean it.

I move my hips, but you do not fuck me with your fingers like I know you want to do. You are kissing me. It has been so long since we've been this close. After awhile, I can see that you want more, and that you want me to tell you I want more, but I don't want you to fuck me like you mean it; I want you to make love to me. I want to feel connected to you. I grip the sheets and lean back to give you better access.

I hear you speak to me: "I love how wet you are," you say.

You kiss me just hard enough for me to bite your lower lip. I want you to feel the passion in my kiss. "I want to cum for you." I move my hips and let you slip another finger in me. I pump my hips giving you a better angle to pleasure my pussy with your two fingers. I lift my ass so you can slide a third finger into me. I want to cum. I want to cum for you.

I'm getting closer. I'm getting ready to cum. I gasp as my hand quickly moves up and down your cock. I really want us to come together.

I know you're getting closer to release. I can feel your penis throb as I run my hands over your balls and then stroke your erection. You are filled with lust and love for me. You know how fucking sexy I am, and I know how fucking sexy you are. We are both close to orgasming.

You are hard, ready to fuck, and you growl as you say, "Yes. I want to cum for you."

I feel your dick harden even more, knowing that you will soon orgasm. I feel your dick throbbing. I know this feeling. You are close. Your dick is about to explode. When you get this hard you can't help yourself. I put my fist around you and squeeze as I stroke you. I rub you where I know you want to be rubbed. I want to push you over the edge. I want to squeeze a thick load out of you and stroke it out. I look into your eyes. I can see you're ready to explode.

I watch you. You're ready to cum. I want you to cum for me. I want to feel your warm semen in my hand. So much of it. So much cum. I think about you filling me up with your seed and coating my insides. I want to feel you splashing against my tummy. I squeeze you hard. I feel your toes curling as you try to hold off a few more seconds. You know I'm one stroke away from making you cum. You know what I want. You know what I need. You groan "I want to cum for you" right when your balls tighten and your dick flexes and unloads itself in my hands.

"Kiss me while I come," you whisper. Our lips touch.

All my attention is focused on the flow of your cum. It's so warm. It feels so good. It's strong and powerful, flowing out of you. I close my eyes and feel your cock. It's so hard to the touch and I'm milking all of your cum from you in long, slow strokes. I feel your hardness, your uncontrollable pulsing.

Him

You whisper to me, kissing me softly as I'm still throbbing, the warmth of you still surrounding my dick. My fingers are still inside you and I focus all my attention on you. It's your turn.

I know that the sight, feel, smell and taste of my cum turns you on and throws you over the edge. You unstick your hand from my cock and move it to your mouth.

"Taste my cum," I say, as you bring your hand to your mouth, opening you mouth, licking your fingers. You touch your tongue to your fingers knowing you want me to bury myself deep inside your wet pussy and finish off the job I started.

"Cum for me," you say.

I thrust my fingers into your pussy as you lick my cum from your hand. You taste the bitterness of cum, knowing that you are eating fluid that my body produced. That is what turns you on.

Your moans grow louder with each thrust. I look into your eyes, and push your two fingers into your mouth, "Suck it dry," I command. Suck your fingers as I fuck you harder. I know you want more and more, and you want it now.

"I want you to cum now." I say and push my fingers as deep as they can go.

I feel your pussy squeezing my fingers as I finger-fuck you hard and fast and you grab me by the hair and pull my head back by the hair as I pump my fingers into you, blowing your mind.

"Finger fuck me deep and hard," you say, and I do, your moans telling me I'm doing what you want.

"Cum for me baby." I whisper. You shudder, and I feel you clamp down on my fingers and your hips rise from the bed. I feel your juices gush out around my fingers and onto my hand. You smile the biggest smile, you breathe hard and I can feel your hear racing through your chest.

Her

As you talk dirty to me, I feel your fingers probing my pussy, sliding in and out. I know your arousal is heightened by the wetness and warmth of my pussy. I smile as you ask me to cum for you.

I keep my hands on my thighs. My eyes are on your lips as they speak to me and tell me what you want me to do. I watch as your lips curl up a little at the corners as you thrust your fingers hard into my pussy. You smile as my hips thrust towards you.

When I shudder, I know you feel my pussy contract around your fingers as I am overcome with pleasure. I feel your tongue brush against my mouth, like a snake slipping in. I bite your bottom lip. You feel my contractions around your fingers as my orgasm rips through my body.

I remove your fingers from my pussy and slide them into your mouth. "Taste my pussy" I say. And you kiss me. Our tongues touch. Our fluids mix together creating the unique taste of you and me together.

My emotions wash over me. I'm the one who makes you feel the way that we both want to feel. I'm the one who makes you feel safe, loved, wanted and needed. I'm the one who puts a smile on your face. I'm the one who saw past your hardened exterior. I'm the one who made you feel the way that you feel. I'm the one who makes you feel like you can conquer the world. I'm the one who makes you feel like you need nothing more than me right this minute.

Him

I wrap my arms around you and roll you on top of me. Our lips kiss. "I love you," I say.

You whisper to me "I love you too." I feel your legs over my legs. I hold you by the hips, keeping you exactly how I want you. You kiss me, our wet genitals pressed together. I roll you over next to me.

They

We drift off to sleep. We know we are on the same team. We know that we need each other. We know that we are safe and loved.

The End