I waited as long as I could.
The covers flew in a procession, off my body, on my body. Lying one minute on my side, then on my back, then on my stomach, burying my face in the hot pillows. My teeth gritted, I clutched at the sheets and waited. But, it was no use.
With one quick motion, I threw my pajama clad legs over the bed and stood, arms covering around my tits, squeezing them into me, as a shiver worked up my body despite the heat in my core. I stepped forward, walking with soft steps to the bedroom door, opening it and stepping outside. Leaning against the doorway, I looked at her door down the hall, feeling her on the other side of it, burning into my skin like she was staring at me.
Oh, why did I do this to myself? I walked quietly down the hall, pausing at her door, my fingers timidly reaching out for the cold handle, pushing my tits against the cool surface, followed by my lips. My hands were hot, sweaty, and slid on the doorknob. But, I twisted it quietly and opened it.
I blinked for a moment or two and finally focused on the bed, on the lifeless form beneath the covers. Light from the streetlight outside had filtered through the sheer curtains and coated her. She was curled up in fetal position away from me. I saw the long strands of her dark hair against the pillow behind her. Her shoulder was uncovered, and I recognized the small strap of the pink cotton nightie she wore.
Taking a deep breath, I stepped inside the room and gently pushed the door closed behind me. There was a soft click. There wasn't much movement from the bed, but I could see the tightening in her back. As usual, she pretended to still be asleep. But, I knew she expected me. Like every night. I came. Every night. Uninvited. Unwelcome. I came.
I stepped to her bed, my blue eyes scorching through that back, that soft fair shoulder, that long silky black hair. Just being that close to her, my heart was pounding a loud beat in my ears, and a flash of heat worked up my body. I felt it everywhere. Between my thighs, between my breasts, in my mouth. I tasted her already.
I pulled up the covers and slid inside, watching her shoulders tense even further, like always. I scooted up as close as I could without touching her, my nose resting close behind her hair, smelling the familiar scent of her shampoo. I raised two long slim fingers and traced the path of that strap on her shoulder, then slipped a fingertip beneath, stroking the warm skin now.
I could tell from her body that her breath had quickened. I was learning to read every little nuance of response since she gave me so little. My finger swept down the length of the strap to where it met the rest in the back, and then I swept it back up and slid the string from her shoulder, leaning in and pressing my soft lips to that skin. My eyes closed as my lips felt her warmth and my body coiled up tight with anxiety.
I opened my eyes to half look at the side of her face as I let my tongue sweep out over the warm silky skin of her shoulder. Of course, her eyes remained closed, but I saw her wet her beautiful soft lips. She had never let me kiss them. But, she let me kiss most other spots. I let out a murmur as I planted a soft trail of kisses up her shoulder to the side of her neck. I swept her hair away from her ear and softly kissed the tender lobe.
