You adjust slightly in bed and suddenly I'm intently aware of your burning flesh next to me. Your hip bone... I think it touched me. Maybe I just imagined it, but I imagined it so vividly. I think of your beautiful hips, jutting up under the covers as you lie on your side, like a compass for your body. As I lie there myself I can almost feel in my hands your soft skin. The soft S curve up from your right hip to the side of your stomach and up to your gently heaving chest. I hear your light breathing as you sleep but I imagine you panting, short gasps for air...
I don't want to wake you. The long path of your back facing me is tantalizing. I so want to touch it, drinking in the softness of your skin and traces of your delicate frame with my fingertips. Trying to find the right combination of pressure and location that would make you sigh audibly if you were awake. As my fingers graze your ribs I'm tempted to caress your side. There is the slightest change in the softness of your skin, and I know your breasts are inches away. Is it an immature urge to gravitate to them, wanting to cup your mounds and feel their weight as your bras do? To feel their temperature, at once both cool and warm? To know I'm within a finger flick of your areola and that clitoris-like nipple in its center? But it is what I think about and what I want to do...
As I hold your breasts with my hands, the exposed nape of your neck is aligned with my mouth. I think of kissing your neck: on the back, on the side, behind your ear, along your hairline... My breath is hot your skin. I arrange your hair so your face is uncovered. I want to nibble your jawbone... wait, I want to animalistically bite your jaw muscle, flex my jaw on yours, show you I'm so hungry for you. I need your lips on mine, I need need need them. Are you still asleep? You haven't stirred, I haven't disturbed you.
Your hips buck against mine as I hold you close to me. My interest in you is growing, pressing in to your lower back. You beg me to take off your panties. They're already soaked through. My forethought is gone, I'm no longer able to think ahead. I'm purely reacting and I'll do anything you say. I move my hands from your breasts to your hips, sliding my fingers under the elastic while holding on to your sides. I slide my hands down your legs, taking your panties with them. I love the different curves of your legs, passing your sensitive knees and even more sensitive ankles. Suddenly I realize every part of me is too far away from every part of you.
As I move back up along your body, my own underwear is constraining me too. I pull them off hurriedly, anxious to be lying alongside you again. The tension of us both being completely naked, side by side so close that anything could happen, is electric. It's magnetic, thermonuclear. I have to bend my part... you say it's my cock so I'll say it too. I bend my cock down to not stab you from behind. Like we were built for it, as we were built for it, my cock nestles against your outer lips. This sexual pressure that is so close to what you want and yet so far makes you squirm with anticipation.
You try to direct my cock inside you with your hand, but I resist. I want to tease you and myself some more before we submit to our instincts. Every tiny movement of my body is amplified in my cock rubbing against your pussy. It sends shivers across your body and back again; it's almost too much for you to bear. You whimper, pleading to be filled. I need your kiss first, meeting your mouth as our parts are trying to join. I'm still behind you so our necks are twisted. This would ordinarily be uncomfortable; now, every sensory input is being translated into pure sex.
You moan into my mouth as we redefine "oral sex." At once, my mouth is the same as my cock, your mouth is your pussy. We try to become one with every one our body parts meeting, not limiting our joining to our nethers. I want to be in you, be you, consume you. I breathe with your mouth on mine, sharing your air.
I relent; the only thing I need in this world is to be in you. I growl into your ear to put my cock inside your cunt. You respond but first return my teasing, using your hand to rub my cock against your ring. You're driving me mad, we're driving ourselves mad. I bite your earlobe and roughly squeeze your right nipple, and threaten your left with my left hand rolling it between my thumb and forefinger. You get the picture, and ease my cock back through your lips and into your opening. I thrust into you, bracing against your right hip with one hand, holding your left breast with the other so our bodies stay close. I bury myself in you; we both emit gasps when we are fully joined. I find your mouth again and kiss you, hungrily. Time slows to a crawl where every second feels like hours. I want this moment to last forever.
