When he vaguely became aware of being awake, he noticed how quiet it was in the bedroom. There were no noises coming from outside and the usual whirl of the fan was missing. He had left the fan in the studio after using it to speed the drying of his latest painting, and now the warm night air rested uninterrupted like Maya's naked body next to him. It was beauty and quiet, suspended and motionless.
The digital clock showed it was 2:12 AM. The bedroom was dark and lit only by the tiny red clock numbers. Something had woken Steve but not completely. He still had a drowsy connection to the dream world, but his sense of touch was aware of Maya's real world naked body next to him. He could feel the edge of the bed next to his elbow at his side. Maya slept deeply on her back, centered on the bed. The bed was as warm as the air of the night and both of them had let the bed covers remain on the floor after making love earlier. He could still feel some wetness and Maya's dried creamy deposits on his cock. He was fully erect and as he rubbed his fingers over his cock, he felt the familiar slightly sore ache for Maya return.
He listened to her breathing. Slow and steady like the pace of a clock hand traveling around a circle. He imagined her nipple the center of the clock and her breast the circle. They had made love passionately and quickly before falling asleep and Steve regretted not spending more time especially more time sucking on her nipples and feeling her breasts. He knew as she slept, her lips were slightly open and her breasts would be rising and falling if only it wasn't so dark, he could watch. The thought of her breasts made him rub his cock a little more intentionally.
The combination of the quiet and the dark was intriguing to Steve. He thought about the two senses taken away. No sound and no sight, left only to touching and tasting. But tasting was a choice and as much as he wanted to find Maya's lips and taste them, he chose touch and only touch because it offered so much more possibilities in the dark. He wanted her. He could remember the taste of her from a few hours ago and swallowed, languishing his tongue among the lingering taste of Maya's pussy on his lips.
He turned to her and felt his cock touch her nude warm body. She was shorter than he was and because they both shared the pillow, his hips were lower on the bed than hers. His cock twitched slightly against her, but Maya didn't stir. As Steve moved his body up her thigh, he felt the tender pulling and stretching of the skin over his hard cock and taunt balls. The friction made his cock move in jumpy little skips if he pressed against her too much. But if he knew if he was too tentative, surely his stiff tangled pubic hairs would tickle her and wake her with a startle, which he didn't want to do.
The clock numbers glowed in a diagonal reflection on the surface of the bed stand. Steve remembered the bottle of baby oil he had put in the small drawer of the bed stand and reached for the brass drawer pull. The drawer opened quietly and he felt inside. The first shape was a long tube he knew was the anal jelly. He hesitated for a moment considering taking the tube, but decided to wait for another time. A time when both of them were more awake and their bodies more rested for longer lovemaking. He moved his hand further into the drawer and recognized by touch the baby oil bottle on its side.
Steve took the bottle of baby oil from the drawer. It was a new bottle, and the plastic lid was designed with a push up nozzle that reminded Steve of his hard erect cock sticking straight up in the air. He turned back to Maya, his cock touching her hip again and raised the bottle as close to the center of her chest as he could estimate. He squeezed the bottle and the stream of thick baby oil squirted out of the little plastic cock tip onto Maya. He wavered his hand back and forth spreading the oil like pancake syrup over each of her breasts. The oil was so fluid, it dripped quickly down the sides of her upper ribs and down the center of her belly into a pool filling her belly button. Maya still sleeping, felt a strange tingling on her body, but it wasn't enough to wake her. Not yet. At least not until the groggy state of her dreams began to insist the pulsing against her hip wasn't just a dream, but was really the hard cock of her lover aroused in the night. The clarity of her hand reaching to touch Steve's throbbing rod was a sweet unexpected reality.
Steve felt her hand blanket over his cock but he could sense she was still weakly awake. Before she stirred more alert he lifted from the bed and gently moved over her. Maya's hand rode the draft his cock forward and for the first time, she felt the wetness of the baby oil covering and insulating her breasts. She felt the bed dip down at the side of her hip from Steve's knee and was aware the other side was lower as well. He was over her. His knees even with her hips and the hairs from his testicles were touching her pussy hairs.
Steve held the bottle of oil in his hands and pulled off the plastic top completely. He tilted the bottle and poured the oil quickly in a stream as big as water from a garden hose onto the center of her breasts. The oil rushed everywhere. Maya felt it flood into the little cups of her collarbones and overflow down her shoulders. It was warm and thick and flowed over her skin with a tiny difference of coolness in the warm night air. She knew by the gentle smell it was the baby oil she had seen in the bed stand drawer. She wondered if Steve was going to use the tube she had seen in the drawer as well. The thought excited her more and she clinched her ass hoping he would. Her clitoris was awakening.
Maya placed her hands on his shoulders and gently pulled to urge Steve forward. There was a sense in her semi-conscious body that she was pulling the other half of herself towards her. A wonderful feeling of his body being part of hers and the need to pull them together came from all over her body. Her hands touched and pulled gently, but mostly they just connected more of her flesh to his. There was a yearning between her legs for his now familiar touch. He had kissed and sucked her breasts so many times in the recent days, and he had loved the sight of her nipples kissing Gloria's nipples. But something special was on his mind. He wanted to make love with his cock to her breasts. In the dark, it was all about touching and Maya reached out for that secure warmth of Steve's body. Although she reacted for something familiar, she loved Steve's creativity in the way he touched her. It never seemed the same way twice and he was like a thousand lovers rolled into one. She held onto the edge of her sleep state enjoying the fantasy of a mysterious stranger moving over her naked body in the dark.
