Waking in the darkness, I pressed my hand against the inside of my thigh, wishing it were leaner.
"Why do you touch yourself when I may not?" he growled in my ear, yanking my hand away.
"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry. I...," I gasped.
My senses reeling, his lips wandered, as I gathered my breath, blood racing, leaving me incapable of a second's thought. His hands gathered me up, as my arms circled up to his neck, pulling him closer.
"How can you do this to me? I take care of you, keep you safe, give you as much of myself as I can, yet it's never enough, is it? You torture me--your scent, your desires--do you think I don't know them?" he paused, my chin in his hand, giving me a chance to catch up. I could feel the heat of his glare.
"Beloved, sex was the last thing on my mind; I was just wishing there wasn't so much of me," as my cheeks burned my discomfort. "I love you, you know I do," I trailed off as he kissed away my preoccupation.
I reached out to him, caressed his cheek with my curled fingers.
He took my hand in his, bent his head and kissed each finger, bringing back my shudders.
"I'm sorry, I was watching you sleeping, so peacefully, wishing for more," he murmured between kisses.
"Why don't we try for more? Just a little at a time, please?" my mind racing, my heart pounding. "It would help, wouldn't it, at least it wouldn't hurt so much, right?"
"There's only so far we could take things right now, more has to wait..." he sighed into my hair.
"That's still more than we've done so far, isn't it? We've been like this how long? It's torture to be away from you, almost as bad is laying here in your arms, wishing for more, but not speaking it," I sighed. "Surely a little, backing off when it's too much, when we get too close, couldn't that-" got cut off as another kiss, more urgent than the last, overwhelmed me.
"It has possibilities, your idea," he mused, leaving me breathless, shifting me about more resolutely.
This sudden gentleness left my senses reeling. His hand moved from my jaw, traced along my neck, leaving a scorching trail down my throat. With a kiss tasting of spring rain, his lips reclaimed mine as his hand stroked my shoulder, my arm, lightly stroking, cupping my breast, as I gasped into his mouth. His kiss didn't let up, deepened as he held me, not letting me go, but not pushing further either. As my breathing slowed, he pressed my breast with his hand, sighing into my open mouth, his fingers teasing my nipple, my heart beating faster.
He broke the kiss off, but his lips never left my fevered skin, leaving their own trail. My neck, my throat, shoulder, as he slid down, then traced to my previously ignored breast, pulling that nipple into his mouth. Gasping aloud, I let my hands wander over his shoulders, his hair, wanting to encourage him. Never moving his mouth away, he pushed my hands back, away from him, over my head, only going back when I ceased my struggles.
