I woke up early – I always wake up early ... it really sucks but I'm more of an early day person than a late night person. Josh, I have been told likes to stay up late and sleep late into the day. I was hoping to change that; ha ha! It was only 7AM so I figured I would be nice and let Sleeping Beauty have his rest since I intended to tax him the rest of the day. I went downstairs and made my tea and then sat at my computer writing for a little bit. It was very difficult to write stories about Josh when he was lying not 3 feet away in my bed no less. Nope, nope, nope ... couldn't concentrate. Leaving my tea and my computer I crept back into the bedroom and stood by the half wall that separated the bedroom from the "bonus" room where my treadmill and my elliptical trainer were stored and watched him as he slept. Okay how do you describe the most beautiful thing you've ever seen and have the person who's reading it be able to see it themselves without taking a picture? That's how I felt watching him sleep. He was curled onto his side, his face pressed gently into the pillow, hair splayed across it; the dark color a stark contrast to the light blue of the pillow cover. I had a sudden urge to play with it since it actually was as soft and silken as it appeared. His eyelashes were softly resting on his lower lids. His arms where straight down and tucked neatly between his knees which where bent. The covers had come down sometime after I left the bed so quietly I crept over and pulled them up over his arms. He jostled a bit then I felt a hand tighten around my wrist.
"Where do you think you're going?" He mumbled and opened one eye. I smiled.
"Just having some tea. Want some?" I asked as he tugged at me.
"Not just yet. Come snuggle." Only a total fool would turn him down. I skirted around the other side of the bed and slipped between the sheets with him. He curled himself around me, our bodies fitting neatly together like locking blocks, or Legos if you will. Josh was snoring softly within minutes. When I was sure he was sleeping soundly I slipped away again and this time stood resting against my dresser and watched him for what seemed to be hours before my buns started to hurt and I went back to my computer. Sometime after 10 I decided I had to get on the treadmill, couldn't interrupt my routine – it's so hard to get started again after quitting! I changed into shorts and a tee shirt then began to walk. I knew he would wake up, how could he not but I was almost finished with my session when he rolled over and looked at me. I was jogging at that point and he smiled.
"What are you running from?" He teased. I smiled.
"Better question is what I'm running to." I panted. He grinned and then flopped onto his back. He rubbed the surface of his chest lightly and I felt electric sparks circulate throughout me.
"Run to me, baby, come on ..." He said and slowly pulled the covers down his body. I watched as they slid down his chest, over his abdomen and then over his hips revealing his enlarged member. "Oh, look at this!" He said as his hands slithered back up the tops of his thighs and took himself into his hands. My thighs ached with desire to have him and I was flooded with passion as he began to stroke it.
"Oh God, Josh." I groaned. "Wait for me." He was making all sorts of lustful faces as he stroked himself. It was all I could do to stay upright on the belt as it moved quickly under my feet.
"Oh Terri, oh baby, you feel so good." He moaned, his eyes closed, licking his lips seductively. I groaned again, my body vibrating from the force of it. His eyes popped open and he looked at me. "Got any lube?" He asked. I burst out in giggles.
"You are so not jerking off in front of me and not letting me partake." I puffed. He shrugged.
"Fine I'll do it without lube; either way I'm doing it." I sighed.
"The bottom drawer of my nightstand." I said . He rolled over, extracted the bottle of slippery liquid called 'Wet' and poured some into his palm. Slowly he greased himself up, lust burned throughout me as his engorged staff glistened from the liquid he spread all over it carefully. "Oh God." I whispered to myself as his hand moved up and down. I watched him as I ran and after a few minutes of his moaning and calling my name as he jerked himself I could see that he was getting close to coming. His eyes were closed, face awash in ecstasy, hips rising slightly as he grew nearer.
"Oh Terri, I'm going to come." He breathed. I pulled the emergency plug on the treadmill and rushed over to the bed. I covered the head of him with my mouth and sucked deeply as he peaked and began to pump his hot seed. He moaned loudly. "Oh Jesus!" He cried as I sucked the juice right out of him, his body writhing in pleasure. All I have to say is thank God the windows weren't open! When I drank as much as he gave me I lightly licked the tip and then sat down on the side of the bed. He let out a breath and covered his eyes with his arm. "Oh God." He moaned. What is it about pleasure that causes us to invoke the Devine when we are at our most vulnerable? I smiled and kissed his fuzzy chin.
