I woke slowly, feeling a tickle on my cheek.
A wave of soft heat washed slowly across my naked chest, as you lifted the blanket to slide yourself on top of me, dragging your long, soft hair slowly across my face, sending tingles all down my arms and spine.
Your lips sneaked a kiss as they slid past my cheek, your breath so loud as you nibbled my earlobe. "I want you so bad" you mouthed silently into my ear, as your friend tossed and rolled over. I felt your taut pink nipples brushing down against my skin, as you softly grinded naked against me. I smiled inside, knowing how carefully you must have stripped off your thin cotton pyjamas to avoid waking the third person in this bed. I knew how good my cock must have felt on your clit, the thin boxers I wore between you and my surging sex barely enough to contain the sparks flying between us. Just 3 hours ago we had been locked together on the dancefloor, my hard dick fighting the tight buttoned denim separating me from you. Every girl and every boy that danced near us that night could feel the raw sex we were emitting, just waiting for the chance to burst out, to pulse and surge and build with the strong beat that captured us both and sent us into a whirlwind of passion.
Your eyes darted towards the silhouette of your friend, sleeping off her big night as the dawn slowly broke across her curving body through our cheap hotel room window, her loud snoring echoing across the small space between us in the king sized bed.
I knew that we couldn't wait.
I felt the thrill through your body as I pulled back the doona, exposing your legs and bare arse to the chill night air, and to the sleeping gaze of your friend. I lifted my knee, parting your thighs so slightly, letting the breeze from the open window tickle your bare skin.
My fingers reached around and trace the curve of your thigh, up towards your lower back, just barely touching you, enjoying the goosebumps I could feel. You squirmed on top of me, moaning a little as I mouthed in your ear "shhh...."
I remembered earlier on the dance floor, whispering in your ear everything I planned on doing to you that night, I remembered the way you sighed and let your body sink into mine, letting me carry you away to a semi-concious place where sex dance and music fused into one.
Suddenly, you slid down my stomach, dragging your fingernails down my chest and across my sensitive nipples. I felt your teeth grip the elastic of my boxers, pulling them down so that my cock sprang out and brushed against your cheek. I felt your kisses drift slowly down my legs, before you gently let your tongue slide up the full length of my now throbbing dick.
I couldn't stand it any longer; I grabbed you and rolled you over, sliding on top of you as your thighs parted obligingly. Instantly I was nibbling along the tender insides of your legs, planting 1000 kisses incrementally closer to your pussy, which I could see in the dawn light was glistening with excitement. You shuddered restlessly, I'd teased you so bad at the club, gently sliding my hand up that miniskirt you knew I loved, tracing the lines of your arse and slipping my fingers up between the fabric of your favourite lingerie and your warm skin.
I gently drew my tongue through the warm centre of your wetness, hearing the moan you let escape just a little too loud for a shared bed, still a tiny bit too drunk to contain your pleasure. I tensed up my tongue, poking it out, and slowly pushed it deeper inside you, your body rising up to meet me. Every time I drew my tongue out I knew you could feel that cold breeze from the window, but I also knew that it wasn't just the cold making you shiver ever so slightly.