Some nights when the demonic fiend that is insomnia rears its ugly head, Instead of watching T.V. or sitting mindlessly in front of the computer, I watch you sleep. It doesn't happen very often. Just like when we are awake, there are days I can't take my eyes off of you. So there I sit, in that hideous orange chair in the corner, the one you hate but will not let me throw away because I love it so much. In the summer months the widows are open letting in the breeze and the moon light. It's too hot to be covered but you can't sleep without a covering of some sort. As usual though by this time you have pushed it down so that it is just covering the curve of you hip. The soft glow of the moon caresses your shoulders and in the pale light I can almost make out the dusting of freckles that I have run my fingers over countless times. Those freckles are what almost ruin the sight, they make my fingers itch. Longing to touch you, to wake you up just to make love to you, I have to resist the urge. Instead, I pull one knee up to my chest, hugging it tight I light a cigarette and as the smoke dances in your moonlight the familiar burning of the first drag fills my chest I am almost able to still the beat of my own heart as the desire for you grows. Some nights I lose the battle with in and have to move closer.
Slowly putting out the dark red cherry of my smoke, I quietly cross the room, and sit on the edge of the bed in the space behind your knees. It's almost too much for me, desire is pounding in my chest and the pit of my stomach is growing tight with raw need. You know that need, we both feel it. Never far from the surface, it takes but a look or slight brush and we are consumed with it, driving us into a frenzy of flesh and sweat. But for this very moment I just sit there absorbing everything I can, the breeze from the window cooling my own heated skin, the smell of lilies fresh cut from that morning, the way your nose crinkles because you are dreaming. Each and every detail, important and beautiful creating a glimpse of what my own personal heaven might be. By this time desire and love are warring in me.
The rage of lust trying to push its way to the surface was being held down by my love for you. You who look so perfect sleeping, completely unaware that all I want to do is love you for the rest of the night and most of the morning. But the day was long for both of us, there is no reason we should both go without sleep, no matter what we could be doing instead.
Resigning myself to go watch T.V., I get up slowly as to not wake you. Standing above you I bend over and brush the hair away from your temple, kissing you lightly.
"Love you," I murmur, turning to go.
As if by design you begin to stir. The thin sheet hiding your naked body from view slides further down, exposing your soft red curls as you roll on your back you look up at me with sleepy eyes. "Where are you going," you ask with a sleepy pout in your voice.
In a low whisper I reply, "Can't sleep, go back to bed." Leaning over the bed I brush your auburn hair back once more, and with soft lips I kiss your forehead, then your nose then finally those lips still slightly bruised from our love making earlier.
Lightly pressing my lips to yours in a kiss more of tenderness then passion, I feel your lips part slightly and with a soft moan rising from your throat you tangle you fingers in my hair pushing my head deeper in to the kiss. Without breaking the kiss I kneel in the bed next to you, with a moan echoing in my own throat. Squeezing my eyes tight for a minute to clear the haze that has begun to form in my brain, I pull away to look you in the eyes.
"Baby," I whimper trying, still, to beat back the violent wave of fresh desire that just hit me like a tidal wave, " you need to sleep, WE need to sleep, but it just not happening for me right now."
Not even hearing me you frame my face with your hands pulling me back in to your kiss, forcing me to either fall on top of you or lean on my hands on either side of your shoulders. The kiss that began as innocent and chaste as one could ask for has very quickly become anything but. Sliding one knee over your leg I press it in to your center spreading your legs apart. Unable to resist I push my knee higher up just to listen to you groan against my lips. Feeling your legs spread wider I bring the other leg inside yours. Through the thin cloth of my shorts I can feel the naked heat radiating from your wet core.
Pulling away from you kiss once more I let out a small laugh, "Is my kitten hungry again," I tease grinding my hips into you.
Throwing your head back, a full groan of want passes your lips, "Starving," you reply, untangling your legs from the sheet to wrap them around mine.
With mischief mixing with desire, I lean on one arm. Sliding my finger down the side of your throat, I feel your pulse throbbing wildly. Continuing to trail my finger down your now feverish soft skin to the curve of your breast I gently slide the pad of my thumb over your already erect nipple. Leaning my forehead against yours as I begin to caress your nipple a little harder letting the rougher skin of my hands create the friction I know you crave. "What are you hungry for?" I ask, already knowing the answer, just wanting to hear you say it.
Brushing your lips against mine again, you push against my hips and whisper "Just you, I want you, I need you inside of me now."
Feeling something else rise in me, the tender heat that began watching you sleep shoved aside and replaced with something darker. The need to see you crazy, begging to be fucked hard, to do whatever I wanted so that you could find release.
Pushing myself back up so that most of my weight is on the palms of my hands, I look down with a small smirk raising the edges of my lips, "Oh no, baby, you are going to have to give me a little more than that." Leaning back down I take your nipple in my mouth grazing it with my teeth, I hear you gasp as the pleasure and pain course through your body. Releasing you I speak almost directly into your breast, my voice a little harsh and demanding, "Tell me what you want."
Looking up the line of your chest to watch your face as you try to form the words to answer me, I see you struggle to form coherent thought, tension wracking your entire body. Still unable to answer me, I slide down a little lower, my hand replacing where my knee was. Cupping you, I slide my middle finger along your slit, not entering, just swirling in the wet, slick, wispy curls that frame your center. Reaching down between us you try to push my hand deeper. Catching your wrist before your hand can get anywhere near its goal, I pin both of your hands above your head using my weight to keep them there.
"Tsk, tsk," I tease, returning my hand to play in your curls.
It's making you crazy, pushing against my hand you whimper, "Baby.... Please".
Lowering my mouth once more to your breast I roll your taut hard nipple with my tongue. With a smile forming around your nipple, I look up again, this time my voice a little more commanding. "Tell me what you want!" To punctuate my demand I thrust my finger into your soaking wet slit grazing your swollen clit forcefully.
