It was dark.
And it was dead quiet. Almost.
Except for the faint sounds of her breathing, I could have believed I was lying here alone.
This was an amazing contrast to the sounds of frenzied sex that had only a few hours ago filled the room. She, it turns out, is a very vocal woman. Very. In contrast, normally I am quite quiet, prone to the deep animal grunt when push comes to shove. But I found I could keep up with her on this count, the neighbors be damned.
We both had, apparently, fallen asleep exhausted. It was not her custom to let me spend the night. In fact she never had allowed me this particular pleasure. Always the unwritten rules were observed...seduction...fuck...recover...fuck...and leave a dollar bill under the pillow thank-you-very-much.
But here I was, and so was she.
Morning wood, usually nothing more then the result of a good dream or the need to piss, grew as I focused on her and her breathing. Breath in, breathe out. I could picture the rise and fall of her chest and the mental picture made me hard. (Sure I had to piss but that would have to wait!)
Without conscious thought my hard wrapped itself around my cock. It was still damp and sticky and, now, again growing large. Could I pleasure myself while I lay next to her? Should I?
Yes. No. Well maybe a little. So I began to jerk off, slowly, remembering the night before inside the tightness that is Roxxxanne. Every time she stirred and I feared she would awaken I stopped, my heart racing at the thought of being discovered.
I almost lost control once or twice but upon the third near miss I released my grip. My cock jumped, it knew what it wanted. Just the sheets' brushing caused its' purple crown to swell. One warm drop inched its' way out. Not the last jis these sheets would absorb.
Lying with both hands at my side I closed my eyes. Relax I told myself. Relax. Listen and relax.
Again I focused on the whisper coming from her side of the bed. She was the only sound in the room.
Minutes passed. My cock was still erect but no longer painfully so. We would wait.
I did not plan to wait too long however. She was deeply asleep and hardly moved when I placed my palm flat against her thigh, feeling the relaxed flesh, warm and smooth. My fingertips pressed gently into her muscled hip, still no signs that she noticed my intentions. Daring to wake her, but suspecting I wouldn't, I lifted my hand and placed it over her pubic mound, allowing my middle finger to rest within the dampness of her labia. She stirred but did not awaken.
My hand raised and lowered with the subtle movement of her breathing body. Her stomach lifted my resting forearm, our smooth skins warming to each other.
I listened; I wanted to make sure I did not awaken her...yet! I wanted her to rise slowly up out of her dreams. I wanted her to feel unsure if she was still dreaming or if the finger she felt sliding into her cunt was real. And at that moment it would enter her, to feel her vagina at first tighten with fear then loosen with recognition that the finger was indeed real...and not her own!
With almost imperceptible movement my fingertip pushed her moist lips open, sliding slowly along the base of her clitoris until once again it rested. My finger now touching this most sensitive flesh...almost touching her hole. All I had to do was curve my digit to enter.
Her breathing changed. I could hear it. I could FEEL it. The moment.
She was not sure.
But I was.
My fingertip found her opening, tense, surprised. Before a sound could be made I slid into her.
Instantly she understood. And in that same instant she accepted me. Her warmth turned to heat surrounding my hand.
She awoke but did not speak.
