This Magic Moment

I never thought I would want to do this to someone else. That I would become this way. I always laughed when anyone said they could see these tendencies in me. Not me. Everyone else. But never me.

It starts every night around bedtime. You come in, strip down, and come to bed. And every night, I am in awe of you. You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I know, at that moment every night, that I have made the right decision being with you.

You smile at me, so trusting and in love, and crawl into bed beside me to cuddle up close under the covers. I love the feel of your skin on me. And most nights I can lay there, happy in the feeling of having you next me. You'll caress me lovingly, not needing anything other than to touch me so we both feel alive. Most nights, that's enough for me.

But there are those other nights when you lay on your other side, facing away from me. I just stare at your shoulders, letting my eyes follow your spine, loving every beautiful inch of you. But it's what lies at the end of your spine that holds my attention. Lovely rounded mounds of flesh encompassing a perfect rosebud. And on those nights, I can't stop myself from running my hands all over your back, feeling you up and down, and allowing my hands to rest on your ass. And on those nights, when I do this, you sigh so happily and so turned on. I'll grab and squeeze and fondle and caress. And most nights, that's enough.

A few nights though, I've dared go a little further. I've tasted your sweetness and fingered it and you've trusted me completely with your pleasure and your safety. And until tonight, I've honored it. But you don't want to go further, you've said. A finger was more than enough for you. You wanted to like it, but it was just too much.

Tonight, I don't care.

You've rolled onto your left side, facing away from me, leaving yourself exposed. I stare at you for the longest time and can feel myself getting wet. Once I hear you snoring quietly, I allow myself to start feeling your back tenderly. You recognize my touch, even in your sleep, and moan slightly in approval. I keep rubbing your back until you fall back asleep. You always sleep harder when I'm touching you so I make sure to have at least one hand on you tonight at all times.

With my other hand, I reach beside the bed to the toy I've had ready for just this occasion. I slip into the harness and make sure everything is secure. You continue snoring, dreaming of whatever it is that makes you sleep so soundly. The silicone dildo is warmed a little bit from the heating pad it was resting in so the lube coats it nicely.

Everything in place, I move closer to snuggle up behind you. You readjust to have my arm wrapped over you. You don't even notice the dildo that has slid between your cheeks, resting at its tight entrance. I can feel myself already pulsating, my hips ready to start thrusting. But I know I have to go slowly. I love you. I would never want to hurt you.

I just want to fuck you.

Holding you close, I start to work my pseudo-dick into you. Light pressure. You don't even notice. Your deep slumber encourages me, makes me feel like I'm doing the right thing. Suddenly, I feel your asshole open. Not a lot, but enough that I know it's accepted me in. Your breathing quickens, and you make some groans of concern, but I'm sure in your dreaming state, it just feels like indigestion.

My bush is now flush against your cheeks. I almost come just from knowing that, but I have waiting too long for this moment to blow it now. So I pull my hips back just a little. Then back into you. Out. In. Slowly. Carefully. I think you know something is different than usual, but I can't stop now. I start pulling out further, faster. I move my hands from around your abdomen down to your hips, pulling you into me.

It is then that you wake up and realize what is happening. I don't care at that point. Can't care. You were created for this moment. And as I start pounding away at your ass, I think about how much I love you and how grateful I am that you are giving me this night, this moment. But as you start screaming and trying to pull away, I get the feeling that you don't understand that I'm doing this out of love.

The harder you try to push me away, the harder I prove to you how much I love you. And I'm frenzied now, so close to finishing. The louder you yell at me, the wetter I get. Yes! Hit me! Fight me back! Oh god!

And with one massive thrust, I'm coming. You hold still, realizing it doesn't do you any good to scream anymore. And my body just keeps shaking, pulsating, vibrating with this overwhelming feeling of satisfaction and satiated hunger. I pull out, making sure to go slowly so you don't get hurt. As your body starts softly shaking from your crying, I wrap my arms around you comforting you, telling you how much I love you. And how thankful I am for tonight.