I silently climb your stairs, hugging the wall, trying to blend into the shadow. The door to your bedroom is slightly open, from the other side I hear him breathing deeply. I know he is asleep, the whisky will have seen to that. In the faint light from the pale moon I see your beautiful form, shrouded by a pure white cotton sheet, lying on your side facing him.
Quickly, I pull my shirt over my head and drop my jeans and boxers to the floor. I creep into your room, the excitement causing me to tremble slightly. My heart pounds so heavily in my ears that I am convinced you will hear it.
Gently, so very gently, I climb onto the bed behind you and slowly slide my arm around you. You stir and mutter something I don't understand. Softly, I kiss the exposed flesh of your neck, your skin feels like the purest silk to my lips. I move up to your earlobe and nibble it.
"Hi lover." I whisper.
In the half light I see your face move as you smile, but make no sound. You push your body back into mine, the heat from your back making my erect penis tingle. I let my hand wander over your body, up towards your beautiful breasts, the breasts that I've so desperately wanted to hold from the first time we met. The feeling of your firm, soft, warm flesh in my hand is exquisite. I run my thumb up and around until I find your nipple. As I stroke, it rises, demanding more attention. I take it between my finger and thumb and begin to roll and pull it, ever so gently.