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I am lying on my bed face down with my arms splayed and dangling off of each side, and my legs spread to both corners of the mattress. I have been sleeping so deeply that I think I am still awake. I am mingling between sleep and dreams when I feel the weight of someone sitting on the bed. It is him. I know it is him because I can smell his scent; clean laundry and cologne mixed with a hint of body wash. My excitement rises by feeling his presence in the room.
I don't move. I am so still that I stop breathing. I feel his weight shift as he reaches over to caress the skin between the top of my sock and the bottom of my pants leg. His fingertips are smooth as he fans them across my skin. I bury my face in the pillow so that I don't laugh as his hand travels up the inside of my pants leg, caressing up and down my calf.
I feel his hands move again as he runs his fingertips inside the waistband of my pants and I feel the moisture beginning to collect between my legs. I squirm as he kisses his way up my lower back and uses his hands to lift my shirt, but I still don't move. It is our game. I am supposed play sleep and allow him to take full advantage of my sleeping form; give him full uninterrupted access to my body.
A small moan escapes me as he slides his hands under me and grasps my breasts. He knows that my breasts are super sensitive so he takes extra time squeezing and pinching my nipples. I felt my uterus contract in response to his movements as my juices soak further into the fabric of my panties. He moans softly as he as he grinds his hips into my ass. I feel his manhood growing by each second, and it arouses me even more to know that he is as turned on as I am.
I want to move, I want to turn on to my back and kiss him, but I can't. If I move the game will be ruined. I must remain still until he tells me that I can move or touch him, or myself. I feel him slide my pajama pants and panties down and off. I am so wet that the moisture is dripping down my inner thighs. I gasp as he licks the wetness from my inner thighs. I tremble as I struggle to remain still.
I find myself clutching at the sheets as his tongue travels upward and traces slow circles around the inner lips of my womanhood. I moan loudly calling his name and begin to grind my hips against his tongue in an attempt to force him toward my aching clit, but he artfully dodges the sensitive spot and holds my hips to restrain my movements.
He wants me; I can feel the desire vibrating in his fingertips when he touches me. He wants to drive himself into me with force and ride me until he comes, but he doesn't. He is slow, licking and sucking my inner lips then slowly stroking my clit with his tongue. A litany of unrecognizable half words and sounds come from my throat as he sucks my clit. The tremors vibrate from the insides of my thighs, up my back and through my nipples.
I am on the verge of crying. I feel the tears welling up, but I won't give him the satisfaction of thinking that he is winning the game.
He runs his body up the length of mine until he is lying between my legs. His naked chest is on my back, his hard nipples against my skin; his smell mingles with my sweat and scent. He kisses the back of my neck and licks it. I feel his hardness through his jeans as his belt buckle scratches my ass. He grinds his hips into me, letting me feel the roughness of his jeans against my sacred place as my juices soak into the crotch of his pants. He whispers something Spanish in my ear, I can't understand it, but it doesn't matter, just hearing his native tongue drives me wild. I grind my pelvis against his and I hear him breathe and sigh as he pulls away from me.
His weight shifts again as I hear him unbuckle his belt. The sound of his zipper falling makes my clit quiver in anticipation. The bed moves. I know that he is undressing. I don't even have to turn to watch, I already know that; the silken dark hair on his chest thins as it covers his slightly defined abs and fades to a single line of hair that covers his navel and leads to a thick patch of pubic hair. I know that the instrument of his love curves upward and is thick with desire. His muscular legs are covered with a fine down of hair and his still on his feet. I also know that he is smiling, I can feel it.
He is on the bed again. I arch my back and lift my ass in anticipation. He removes my shirt and runs his hands up and down my back for a moment before me lies on top of me again and positions himself to enter me. I hold my breath and wait for him to fill me and for my juices to spill, but he doesn't. Instead he teases me, rubbing the head of his cock around the inside lips of my flower and against my quivering clit. I push against him as he rests the head of his cock at my entrance. He breaths in sharply and hold his breath. He uses his weight to press me against the mattress as he hold his body still, slowly pressing his head against my opening.
I am shaking now. I want him inside of me so badly that I am willing to cheat and thus lose the game. I try to move my hand and reach around to his cock to push him inside me, but he grabs my arm and holds it down on the bed.
"No", he says softly, his voice husky with desire and wanting. I know that he wants to continue the game, but his body wants relief. He pushes inside me slowly letting only the tip of his penis enter. He lingers at there as I squirm and writhe under him. Then he pulls out of me abruptly, only to repeat his movements again. He does this over and over, inserting the tip and pulling out, until I am shaking from head to toe.
Finally, when I feel like I am going to scream, he puts the head of his cock inside me and slowly enters me until I am filled with him and my juices leak out onto the sheets. I whimper like a hurt child as I feel his thickness open me completely and my inner walls stretch to accommodate him. I feel him shiver as he lies still inside me. Feeling the heat of his breath against my ear and hearing his near moans and gasps of pleasure only drive me deeper inside my own desire.