Sleeping with Lara was an experience. I have a king size bed that gives lots of room for any partner I may have in it. I got it a long time ago and have never regretted it. Sleeping patterns are as unique as people's sex behavior.
We were both naked and I slept on the right side of the bed, which is not my normal side but it was the side I ended up on when I fell asleep in her arms. Which is a delight, by the way. I love nothing more than to find myself drifting to sleep in a beautiful woman's arms.
Once asleep I tend to roll over and not want to be too close, though I reach out with my legs and like to have some small touch.
Lara thrashed about. She was an "active sleeper" which was fun to learn.
There is something incredibly intimate about sleeping with another person. Sex can actually be a lot less intimate than other things. You would think that letting someone manipulate your body, actually sticking pieces of their body inside your own and then stimulating you to the point where you lose it for a moment... that seems like the most intimate thing you could possibly achieve. And I guess it is, in some ways.
But sleeping with a lover is something different. When you have sex, you are in control of yourself and know what is happening and can interact with it. When sleeping... you basically become 100% vulnerable, and even let your lover see you with smashed hair and drooling on the pillow.
Things got a lot calmer in the early morning hours and I woke with daylight coming into the room. It was summer and the sun rose early. She was still asleep, she had a habit of sleeping very late in the mornings (maybe because she thrashed around so much when she went to sleep, ha.). So I lay in bed and sort of watched her sleep for a while. I marveled at how beautiful she was and the peaceful way in which she breathed. The sheets had slipped off her a bit and I watched her right breast rise and fall.
She has perfect breasts, in my opinion. I wanted to touch them, suckle them again, but she was asleep. Dammit.
I rolled over and lay there for a moment, thinking about her, thoughts running through my mind. Wondering what was going to come. I had a lot of affection for her, we had become very close very quickly, and I could feel myself falling but I didn't want to. She was too young and young girls are too volatile. She was inexperienced, and I might be a stepping stone for her, but it was unlikely I would be anything long term. These thoughts rolled around in my mind and then gave way to the passion of the night before, and it made me happy.
It was just about then I felt her arm come over my shoulder and her breasts against my shoulder blades, her stomach against my back, and finally her hips against mine as she scooted over to spoon me. Some girl's won't spoon the morning after, it's too intimate and they want to keep an emotional distance. It felt good to be spooned by Lara. Usually I am the big spoon. Lara is smaller than me, but it was still good to be the little spoon.
Eventually, I rolled over and faced her, taking her face in my hands, brushing her hair away. She was looking sleepy and happy. It warmed my heart.
"How are you? Did you sleep OK?"
She nodded, and smiled. "I slept really well."
I didn't say anything about her thrashing around, but just scooted in closer and wrapped my arms around her and kissed her. She kissed back, tongues playing and darting.
She sighed and got up and went to the bathroom. She came back after a couple of minutes, and I went. When I came back she was sitting cross legged on the bed.
She was sitting like that because she wanted to talk, was ready to talk, and wanted to be facing me. But to me, a woman on my bed sitting with crossed legs means something else. Scissoring. I smirked to myself and then settled in front of her, cross legged, knees touching. We kissed and our hands found each other. We held hands.
She did talk some. She told me how much she had loved the night before, and how grateful she was to me. She hoped she had been a good lover. I didn't like her being grateful to me, as if I had somehow done her a favor, and told her as much.
"Last night was an amazing pleasure for me, as well, Lara. Making love to a woman is a sharing experience, one of giving and accepting. It's like... Christmas."
We laughed at that one and she kissed me again. I uncrossed my legs and moved in closer to her.
