*Squeezes your hand tentatively, whispers...*
Babe? ...I can't sleep.
*Smiles sheepishly as you rub your eyes, your consciousness returning to the darkened bedroom*
Sorry. I know it's late. Hmmm? It's 2am... *snuggles a little closer..*
No, no, I'm okay. Nothing's wrong.
But... *looks up at you, sighing in embarrassment* I could use a little help?
I envy you so much. Once you're in bed, you sleep so soundly...but when I get like this, the way that I feel right now...I've been tossing and turning all night...
I mean, I close my eyes. I try to follow you into dreams...try to breathe deep; and evenly. To settle down and relax.
But I'm so distracted, Babe. I keep thinking... about the way that you loved me over the weekend...
You were so tender...so eager. You've always been that way, lover, you consume me, immerse all my senses...the way that you held me, the way that you touched me. And it's like...all I can think about is having your hands all over me. Stroking me up and down across my soft skin...your fingers creating a web of sensation, opening me up...making me shiver...and I can almost feel the press of your lips...kissing my shoulders...kissing my neck.
When I think of that, I...I simply can't breathe evenly. I feel my skin heating up. I feel as if my desire, my yearning for you, were coursing through my veins; setting fire to my limbs, making me restless. My back keeps wanting to stretch.
I think about...just...maybe taking care of it myself. Just rubbing... *sigh* there, between my legs, where it throbs. Where it aches...getting rid of my need, quickly, efficiently. So that I can finally sleep.
But then, when I start to reach down with my fingers, I think...what if he wants me, too?
What if he's dreaming about me right now -- what if, in the morning, he'd say he'd wished I'd woken him up, so that we could savor this together? Me touching myself...it's nothing. It's nothing at all, compared to what you do to me when we're together...it's the difference between a thimble of muddy water, and a glass of wine.
I feel...I'm just...
I'm so horny. So horny for you, Babe...I want you so badly... *steadies herself with a deep breath, but can't help but blink back tears of frustration* I'm exhausted with want, and I just know...I'll be awake all night at this rate--
*Draws in a long, slow intake of air, like a gasp in slow motion, as she feels your arms go around her waist, your eyes looking deep into hers...
Being held like this, after hours of intense longing...it makes her light-headed. She cups your cheek, holding your gaze. Her eyes glazing over, a soft moan of pleasure escapes her as your lips meet hers. Her body, tense as a bow-string, melts into you as you slowly, eagerly share kiss after infinitely tender kiss. Her arms go around your neck and you press together, delighting in the comforting warmth of each other's embrace...*
Mmmmmmmmm....ohhh, I didn't even know my shoulders were up like that... *She giggles, grins, releasing a breath. Relaxing fully against you skin to skin, she runs her fingers through your hair. You smile, slipping your tongue into her mouth, losing yourself in a series of extended french kisses. *
*Her hands rub along your shoulders...your back...your hips...and you can feel her trembling as you draw your fingertips over her form, exploring...squeezing...stroking her naked body...drinking in the feel of curves, lines and crevices...a tantalizing landscape enjoyed by feel.
Her leg slides up over yours, pulling the lengths of your bodies even closer, and you hungrily become aware...of the heat pulsing between her hips. She gasps gently as your hand strokes down her back, to cup her bottom, gripping her towards you so that your hardening cock presses tightly against her plush, moist lips. She holds you even tighter as you whisper the question into her ear, kissing the lobe; her neck...*
*She shivers, whispers.* Ohhhhhhh...how long? *Sigh* I've. I've been wet for a while now...maybe since midnight?