She could feel his eyes on her. Feel his gaze traveling down her body, taking in her "sleeping" state. She tried to keep her breathing steady but excitement was causing her heart to race and her breath to come out in uneven bursts.
She moaned and turned in her "sleep" giving him a better view of her body. Better access should he decide to step through the doorway and approach the bed. She hopped he would. God did she hope he would walk over and take her.
She let the cool satin sheet slide down her body revealing the curves of her breasts through her thin nightgown. Arousal and the cold night air tightened her nipples into hard peaks. Moister gathered between her legs.
He took a step forward. She held her breath as he neared the bed. She willed her eyes to stay closed.
The sound of material sliding over skin echoed throughout her body, sending her cells buzzing with excitement.
He stood over her, watching her closely.
She waited. Waited for him to touch her. Anywhere would make her happy. She just needed his hands on her body, making her moan and beg for more.
When his hand finally caressed her skin she nearly shot off the bed.
His warm fingers brushed over her collar bone, down the valley of her breasts, and across her stomach. She could feel the heat of him through the thin cotton of her night gown . He felt as though he were made of fire, warming her where ever he touched.
Still she kept her eyes closed, not ready to give up the ruse. He pulled the sheet further down her body, past her hips and down her legs.
It wasn't the cool night air that sent chills through her body, making her skin break out in goose bumps.
Once she was completely exposed to his eyes and touch he ran his fingers up her bare leg. As he neared the hem of her gown she spread her legs invitingly.
He didn't pursue the trail she hoped he would.
Instead he took his hand away. She nearly whimpered at the loss of contact. She listened to him retreat from the side of the bed. Her brow furrowed in frustration and confusion.
Rolling onto her side in disappointment she hunted for the fallen sheet.
Just as she found the corner clinging to the end of the bed, a hand took hold of her ankle. She let out a startled cry as she was pulled quickly to the foot of the bed. Her body slid easily across the smooth sheets, into his warm hard body. He settled between her parted thighs pushing against her core. She moaned at the contact. He was hard and unyielding. She could feel the shape of his cock pressing against her, straining to enter her through the thin material of her panties.
She opened her mouth to speak but was silenced by his kiss. The kiss was demanding, long, and oh so sweet. He rocked his hips into her, earning a strangled moan from her.
She could feel his smile against her lips as he ground against her.
"Playing possum?"
"Me? Never"
"Mmhm" He kissed her again, long and devouring. Pulling back he smiled at her little whimper. He bit her lip gently, tugging at the plump appendage he shushed her.
His hands slid over her shoulders pulling at the thin straps of her nightgown. Sliding them down her shoulders baring her breasts. He took their weight into his hands massaging and squeezing. She hissed when his fingers pinched and rolled her hard nipples. His mouth never leaving hers, he continued to fondle as his tongue swept across her lips probing, demanding entry. She welcomed it with her own.
His hands releasing her breasts skimmed down her sides gathering the skirt of her nightgown at her hips.
Much to her disappointment he pulled away from her lips, and pressed his forehead to hers. Their breath mingled as they panted. His fingers slid up her smooth thigh. Her eyes watched their assent, they met his as his fingers found her core.
His fingers stroked her through the fabric of her panties. Hard enough to make her moan, and soft enough for her to demand for more. She rocked her hips closer.
"You're wet." He said, his voice husky "I can feel it through your panties." She made a noise of agreement. He slid her panties to the side. She gasped at the cool air hitting her wet shaven lips.
He parted her, sliding his longest finger along the smooth folds.
"Mm, very wet." He said as his middle finger found her clit.