It was the beginning of summer and the bedroom was almost uncomfortably stuffy. I had the window open and the large fan on as high as it would go and it still wasn't moving the air quick enough to cool things off so I could sleep.
Ah, sleep. It would be easier to do that if I didn't feel so restless. I had wanted to pounce on my boyfriend earlier, but he was so exhausted he had fallen asleep on the couch, so I was left to my own devices. I caressed my body lightly and gave myself goose bumps, dragging my fingers across my stomach, crossing my arms and softly ran my fingers down my neck. Skin-gasm. I glanced at my man's sleeping form and decided to go to bed anyway. There would always be other times, now that we were living together.
We picked a nice apartment and we had moved in together after several months of planning, writing, texting and monthly visits by Greyhound bus. Now there wouldn't have to be goodbyes anymore, because we were finally together. That always made me smile.
I lay in bed in the cotton nightshirt I'd carelessly tossed on. It was light gray and came to below my knees. Normally it's very comfortable but not when it's so warm out. I shut off the light and lay in bed with my eyes open, scanning the ceiling as I tried to talk myself into slumber while listening to the mechanical drone of the fan blades. The rhythm was almost meditative.
I felt my body start to drop into fatigue and I gradually closed my eyes as I drifted off into deep sleep. Somewhere along the way I felt the bed shift and creak like someone else had climbed in. The presence curled up close next to me and I felt a silk blindfold slip over my eyes. The hands lifted my head as the elastic was slid over, then they started to move down my chest to the top of my leg and moved lower. I thought it was my man as I felt my nightshirt get pulled up and his hand trace up my leg, leaving a very hot trail in its wake. Dream or not, I didn't want to wake up. I love my man's touch.
"Mmm..." I quietly moaned and shifted, my cheek touching his. His cheek felt scraggly like he hadn't shaved in a day or two, providing a rough contrast to the softness of his hand, which was now working its way up between my thighs. I tried to reciprocate, but he pushed my hand away and I heard a voice quietly say "No, allow me to give this to you."
I stopped. I had to be dreaming. "I, Iā" I started. He kissed me hard, his hair falling in silken tendrils about my face.