"He needs his sleep," she thinks to herself, lying restless beside him in the still, hushed hours before dawn, "he has to be up early for work."
She closes her eyes, the inside of her eyelids no change from the darkened ceiling she'd been staring at before, and tries to relax. She breathes slowly, deeply, attempting to ignore the warm, solid presence at her side. Instead she finds herself syncing her breathing to his, almost painfully aware of the points - shoulder, elbow, hip, leg - where they touch. She feels her skin prickle into goosebumps, nipples tightening, the friction of the bedsheet against them suddenly very noticeable. She tries to swallow, mouth gone dry, and feels an ironic surge of wetness between her legs. She's never understood what it is about him that affects her like this, but she's helpless to resist.
She shifts gently, moving an inch or two away from her sleeping lover, rolling partway onto her hip and cocking one knee slightly. He makes a soft sound and rolls toward her, perhaps missing her warmth at his side. She holds still, not breathing, until she's sure he's still fast asleep, his hand just barely touching her upper back. She lets her held breath out in a shuddering sigh and her own hands begin to move.
One idly strokes up and down her thighs, lightly grazing her smooth skin, while the other cups each breast in turn. She traces circles around each nipple, feeling them harden before letting her fingers brush the sensitive tips. Concentrating on keeping her breathing quiet and even, she softly pinches and twists her aching nipples, rolling them in small circles, both at once with one hand. Her hips start moving involuntarily in matching small circles, and the hand that had been stroking her thighs brushes the soft hair covering what nestles between them. Her legs part a little farther, letting her exploring fingers make their way down her slit, caressing her delicate lips. Lips that part slightly at her touch, until one probing finger releases a flood of pent-up wetness that spreads throughout her folds, opening her like a flower. That finger dips briefly into her tunnel, gathering more of her warm, slick juices, then moving up to graze the tender bud of her clit. She gently pinches the buried root between two fingers, feeling it grow and harden as her clit swells and the still-too-sensitive-to-touch button starts peeking out. Still using those two fingers, she strokes the hidden part of her clit like the shaft of a cock, pulling the hood over the sensitive tip. She tightens her grip, letting her now-erect clit force its way between her fingers with a twinge of almost painful pleasure that makes her leg twitch and elicits a gasp. She feels another surge of wetness trickle hotly down the crack of her ass and soak into the sheet beneath her as she settles into a slow rhythm, hips thrusting gently while she jacks her clit like a cock.
He stifles a groan as he shifts his hips, trying to find a comfortable position. It's taken all his self-control to stay still, knowing what his lover is doing just inches away. She's being very quiet, but after so long together he knows every ragged breath, every tiny gasp. He held his breath while she fondled her tits, remembering the feel of her jutting nipples in his mouth. His already rock hard cock jumped when he heard her breath catch and knew she had released her sweet nectar. His hands clench into fists, his legs trembling, when he hears her start stroking her clit. After a few muffled gasps she settles into her rhythm and he knows she's oblivious to him. He can finally reach down and cup himself, unsticking his balls from his thigh and sliding his palm along the full length of his painfully erect cock. His thumb slicks the drop of precum that's beaded at the tip over the head, and he slowly wraps his hand around the shaft, closing one finger at a time and gripping tighter with each one. He squeezes, feeling the head of his cock swell, the skin tight. Rolling partway onto his side, he matches his strokes to her furtive movements and suppressed whimpers. He can tell she's getting close.
She barely remembers to keep quiet as she feels her orgasm building. Her hips move urgently, thrusting her erect clit between her fingers again and again. Her other hand cups her whole pussy, fingers alternating between flicking the hot nub of her clit-head and plunging into her soaking cunt. The pressure builds, her movements becoming spasmodic and jerky, a roaring in her ears deafening her to her own gasps and mewling cries. The pleasure crests exquisitely, waves of heat and cold roll outward from her pussy and wash over her, poised right on the brink of coming for an endless moment.
He's risen to his knees, focused intensely on his lover's frantic writhing, the moans and grunts she's no longer bothering to suppress. He continues jerking his raging hard cock with long, firm strokes, his other hand fondling and tugging on his balls. He's not going to be able to hold back much longer. The entire head of his cock is glistening and slick with the precum that's left a wet spot on the bed already. He leans over her, licking his lips as he catches her scent, groaning at the sight of his love's hands buried in her sweet pussy, her hips bucking and thrusting. She freezes suddenly, her breath coming in short gasps, and he knows she's about to come. The shuddering groan that escapes her lips is all he needs to push him over the edge, and he keeps working his cock as spurt after spurt of his creamy white come splatter her tits and belly. When the first hits, her eyes fly open and she yanks her hand back from her pussy like...well, like she's been caught masturbating. "I...I'm sorry, baby," she stammers, watching his hand slow as the last spasms grip him. "I didn't want to wake you."
"Didn't want to wake me? he echoes, moving to kneel between her splayed thighs, hand gripping the base of his cock tightly. He rubs the head up and down her dripping pussy, her leg twitching every time his cock grazes her swollen clit. He works just the tip of his dick into her hot, tight hole. "Why would I sleep when I could be fucking a dream?" And with that he buries himself in her, flexing to force his softening cock as deep as it will go.
