Awakened 18

I awake to darkness and warm kisses on my neck, the pressure of a soft body against my back, a hand touching my chest.

As she notices that I am conscious, the kissing stops, replaced by a soft voice in my ear. "I had a nightmare."

She has never been very comfortable talking about sex directly, and so during the course of our relationship there has developed code language or sorts. In this case, she means that she's woken up horny.

The bed creaks as I turn towards her, my hands finding her hair, messy from sleep. I kiss my way to her mouth, touching her soft lips with mine.

I let my hand slide down the smooth fabric of her T-shirt. Grasping at underwear that already weren't there, I find myself instead with a fistful of her ass. Her lips form a smile against mine as she giggles.

I slide my hands up the smooth skin of her braless back then gently drag my nails back again. Her breath catches, the bed emitting another creak as I shift my weight until I lie on top of her, supported by my elbows.

I place another kiss on her lips, then on her neck, breathing in the warm scent of her unperfumed body and a slight hint of sweat that will be washed away with the morning shower.

Then I pull the covers over my head. Trapped with her body in a warm cocoon, I kiss her soft breasts, tasting the cotton of her shirt as I lick her nipples.

Her pubic hairs tickle my lips as I continue kissing her, smelling her sweat and wetness. I lift her legs, pulling the covers with them. Goose bumps erupt on my legs as I expose them to the cold air of the room outside.

Her soft skin yields slightly to my fingers as I grab her legs, first kissing, then licking, then gently biting her thighs. As I reach her pussy I stop, breathing in her smell before kissing the place where her legs meet her groin. Then I begin again with the other thigh.

I repeat this, waiting for her to tell me what she wants. Wordlessly she does so: gently placing her hand on the back of my head, guiding my mouth to her slit. I kiss the lips, suck them, breathing in her smell, before parting her with my fingers, tasting her familiar, tangy sweetness.

I slide my hand under her shirt, against her soft belly, her ribs, the soft swell of her breast. Her nipple is hard against my palm. Soon I feel the pressure of her other hand as she lays it on top.

Her breath is heavy now, slight moans escaping through cracks in the façade of her everyday persona.

She grabs my hair. First gently, then hard. With both hands. Guiding my tongue to her clit.

More than just the sex, I find this the most intimate; this side of her that is private only to us. The messy hair, the smell of her sweat, the animal lust hidden just beneath her shy self-conscious surface, only now awakened.

Her grasp on my hair firms. Painful now, but pleasurable too. Her breathing becomes laboured, then silent, coming in sharp bursts as her back arches and her muscles contract.

Sleep has made me slow to start, but now I finally feel myself getting hard.

She relaxes, taking deep breaths. Fingers tickling as they run through my hair.

"Did you come?" I ask mostly because I want to hear her answer.

"Yes!" She laughs between breaths.

I crawl back under the covers. As I emerge at her face, I place my lips on hers, entering her. She parts her lips, kissing me back with a hunger. Tasting herself on my tongue.

Again the bed shifts under our weights as she rolls on top of me, heavy. Her breasts pressing hard against my own chest, tongue still in my mouth.

Then cold air rushes in as the weight of her body eases off of mine, taking the covers with her. My hands slide against the goosebumps of her legs, now exposed to the cold room.

Her hands intertwine with mine, forcing them down into the mattress. Her hips moving against my own. Her breath intensifies and she lets go. I hear a rustle of cloth as she pulls her shirt off.

A nipple tickles my lips. I open my mouth to lick, then suck, then bite it. She lets its wetness trace my lips again before straightening herself, grasping both my wrists, pulling my hands along her body.

Her breasts are soft and I feel their weight against my palms, giving to my touch as I squeeze them, nipples hard between my index and middle fingers.

She is riding me hard now. And loud. Almost screaming as she comes.

Even though I can't see her in the darkness, this is her when she is the most beautiful to me. When she completely forgets her self-consciousness and abandons herself to pleasure, naked in every way.

Soon after, I come. Just as loudly.

The bed groans. Her weight settles in beside me, wet with sweat despite the cool air, head against my neck as she draw heavy breaths. Heart pounding as her breasts again press against me.

"I love you." I say.

The bed shifts one last time as she presses her lips against mine, then lays back.

I lay still, feeling my heart regain its resting pace. I keep stroking her long hair, unkempt and rough, as I drift back to sleep.