The dayβs sun and fun had paid itβs toll on us, we had joked and flirted with sexual innuendoes all day, and absolutely planed on fulfilling them when we got home, but there we were - sacked out on the couch, rubbing each otherβs feet, that intimate act of touching, feeling, soothing, and soon we were both asleep to the droning of the Television, singing itβs lullaby of gibberish to us.
I woke up, not really with a start, just one of those things, when you know that your neck will have the worst crick in it if you do not move, and with your feet still in my hands, on my chest there was really no place to move. I rolled off the couch and stretched - my arms reaching toward the ceiling. POP - POP - there went my back and one hip, ahhhhhh that felt good, nothing like the release of that tension. I would love to release some more, as I see you sleeping there, so quite, so beautiful, I just adore the shape of your lips, the curve of your eyebrows, the way you breath -- softly - you are so seductive, your lips gently parted, lips glistening with the blue light of the Television, I know you were having dreams of something delicious , because you must of just licked those lips, they are so Kiss-able. I know I have to wake you, but I need that kiss too, so I lean down to kiss you , and your begin to wake up, and stretch. You are like a cat, squirming over the couch, my lips never off yours - you not pushing it away, liking the gentle pressure that is there - maybe you were even thinking of kissing me before you woke up - but you canβt really talk, you are not that awake yet. I stand up, and you put your hands out for me, -- I know you would love for me to pick you up and heave you over my shoulder - and toss you into the bed. I am too sleepy for that myself tonight, and our bed could not take that either. I laugh to myself remembering how the bed collapsed under us while making love, not one time but a couple different times - sort of puts you out of the mood, but as I recall - we never stopped, that animal lust thing I guess - the heat that our loving makes, drives all thoughts from our head - that we need to feel the height of the passion, and just part of the way up that mountain for either of us will not work. So you held onto the tilted bed, and I just readjusted my position so that I was actually leveraging the angle of the bed - to drive my thrusts deeper in you, my snarls and growls just close at hand, your hands, morph-ing into claws on the bed, holding on, knowing that there is no longer a man behind you - but a animal, a passionate being, driving you so that you can not think in thoughts any longer, just colors and moods, and splashes of images pass across your mind, you can not even hear your own moans - those moans that I hear that excite me even more.
No -- I will not break the bed again, It took me too long to fix it those last few times, and I really donβt want to sleep on a slanted mattress tonight - so I take your hands - and gently tug you onto your feet.