[MC/MF] Sleepless

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Sleepless

I can’t sleep. I woke up maybe half an hour ago and can’t get back to sleep. It must be two or three in the morning. I wish I could get into a more comfortable position, but I don’t want to wake you up. At this time of night, surely you’re fast asleep. We finally got the baby to sleep through the night in her room, so I’m sure you’re just wanting to sleep as much as you can. As I lay here staring at the darkness, something seems…off.

That’s when I realize the bed is moving, ever so slightly. I think at first maybe you’re changing positions in your sleep, but the movement is too subtle. And it’s still going. And then I have my second realization: you’re breathing a bit faster. You’re facing away from me, but all at once I put it together. You’re not asleep either.

I can feel my underwear become remarkably well-fitted as I listen carefully. The faintest whimper I’ve ever heard reaches my ears, and now I’m at full attention. I struggle with deciding whether I should pretend to be asleep and enjoy this unexpected surprise, or if I should let you know that I’m also up and in the same mood. I want to adjust my still-growing erection, but I’m scared to move even the slightest bit.

I try to remember what you wore to bed. I think it was a front-clasp bra without a shirt. For some reason I can’t remember if you wore pajama pants or just underwear. I focus as hard as I can. You start breathing a bit faster now, and another soft sigh escapes. You wiggle just a bit, and I can barely make out the rustle of the sheets. I’m fairly certain it was the sound of skin on fabric, rather than fabric on fabric. An image of your long, bare legs flashes into my mind. I have to suppress a shiver of excitement as I remember running my hand along them only hours ago when we cuddled before falling asleep. Yes, you’d just shaved them. My memory is coming back slowly, but the feel of your silky smooth thigh against my palm as I stole a bedtime caress is crystal clear.

I can feel myself heating up, and I’m glad I wore only my boxer briefs. I suspect for a moment that you can feel my heat. With your steady yet subtle movements, you’re on your back now, having rolled much closer to me. I can smell your arousal, and it’s intoxicating. I imagine your body in my mind, as if the blankets, pillows, and bed were gone. There’s nothing in my imagination now but you.

My eyes are adjusting to the dark. We had switched the dragon to red after the green started burning out, so there’s not much light. But I’ve been up for a while now, and with my increasing excitement, I notice that I can see. At some point I was tossing and turning in my sleep, so I’m facing you. I think you’ve assumed I’m deep asleep, because you don’t even look my way. I would think you didn’t even know I was here, except you’re still being very quiet. Though not as quiet as before. If I’m asleep, you must have concluded, then a little bit of noise and movement won’t be enough to wake me up.

Yes, my eyes have definitely adjusted. I can make out the shape of your face. Your eyes are closed. Your hair is disheveled, obviously. Your lips are parted. I see your tongue come out ever so slightly to wet them, and I have to suppress another shudder as the lick quickly becomes a bitten lower lip, and another groan – louder this time – escapes.

You pause a moment, and I think I’m caught. Very slowly and quietly, you pull the blanket away from your body. You must think all the heat is coming from you alone. Little by little, I can see more skin being exposed. I bite my own lip to keep quiet as I can only just make out that I was right about the bra. At some point, you had unclasped the front and it lays open, at least on my side. My eyes follow the progress of the thin sheet being pulled away, purposefully tracing the contours of your neck, down to your shoulder, the top of your chest, and then the sudden rise of your soft, pert breast. The sheet slides up and over, and time slows down. You must be very turned on, because I can make out the point of your nipple long before the sheet mercifully reveals the dark nub of sensitivity, and then makes its way back down the graceful curve of the lower half. I know how sensitive it is, because you gasp as the edge of the fabric slides across it before releasing it.

The miracle has not ended yet. Time still crawls along as the veil gives way to more wonder. You pull it down to your waist, more pale flesh showing by the second, and I think for just a moment that you will keep going to reveal your hips next, uninterrupted by the line of your underwear. My heart races for only a moment before I can come back to reality. Assuming this is reality and not some incredible dream. You wouldn’t have your underwear off. To maintain your stealth, you change direction and start pulling the blanket toward the middle of the bed rather than down. Of course, pulling all the way down would pull my own sheet too much, risking my awakening.

I use your risky movements to make my own. I need to readjust now. I’m starting to throb inside my own prison, a sign that it’s become way too constricting. I use the opportunity to not only readjust, but to let the head slip up past the waistband to fresh, cool air. I can just about feel steam escaping the confines along with that top inch. You freeze, and I snap my eyes shut. It’s only for a second or two. Confident that my sight is better-adjusted to the darkness than yours, I open them again, just in time to see your long, flawless legs freed, finally.

My mind goes wild with fantasies. All the things we’ve done. All the times those legs have been wrapped around me. All the things we haven’t done. It takes me a moment before my eyes focus again, and I’m just in time to see your hand dart down into your panties. It’s too dark to see much detail, but I can definitely make out your fingers moving beneath the material. Your other hand slides up your body and grabs the boob further away from me, out of sight. All I can tell from my position is that your bra is now fully open, strung out underneath you, forgotten. You squeeze, and the mound closer to me moves with the motion. Then your hand slides across to the one on my side and grips that one. I’m close enough that I can make out the indentation of your fingers in the supple mound as you bite your lip and arch your back just a bit.

My mouth waters as your hips start to sway. I can feel my hard-on becoming impatient, almost gaining a mind of its own. Your breathing is faster, and I can see a quiver in your parted thighs. My hand moves down during your distraction and wraps around my shaft. I can’t service it like it wants, so I make due with squeezing firmly in rhythm with your movements.

Without warning, you turn your head towards me. My eyes are open, and I’m fairly certain my mouth is open at least slightly. I grin mischievously at your surprise, knowing you’re too close to stop. You must think the same thing, because the look of surprise is quickly replaced by the expression of passion it wore only seconds before. Your moaning becomes noticeably louder, and you maintain eye contact as your hand moves furiously beneath the only fabric still censoring any part of you. You tilt toward me so I can see the entirety of your wondrous body convulsing in pleasure. I allow myself now to experimentally pump my rock-hard cockup and down, though I can only do so much with it still mostly trapped beneath the confines of my own underwear. But the motion gradually liberates it from its cloth bindings.

Yet your own hand seems to have total freedom. I can now hear the wetness as your fingers continue to fuck your delicious pussy, your other hand’s grip a vice on one perky, thoroughly-abused tit. Your entire body starts shaking, and I move closer, the head (and some of the shaft) of my mostly-liberated dick teases against the inside of your thigh as my left hand moves between us to fondle your neglected breast and torment its delicate bud. My right hand lets go of my white-hot length, pressing against your leg. I place the hand flat on your hip and slide it around to your incredible, tight ass. I squeeze before moving quickly down your leg, savoring the silky flesh as much as possible with such speed. I pull your knee so that your left leg is resting on my right.

My right hand works its way up and down your velvety leg, keeping you as close to me as possible without interfering in your play. My lips find yours, only seconds after you felt my burning cock make contact with your inner thigh. You eagerly open to me, attacking my tongue with yours. With your mouth safely against mine, you let go a powerful moan and your whole being shudders with what has to be a mind-blowing orgasm. You press yourself tight against me, using your leg to pull me in. The action forces your hand and fingers securely against your exploding cunt and the gush of your cum is barely audible beneath your muted ecstasy.

You start to pull away, smiling elatedly. I grab your butt and pull you against me again, your chest heaving against mine. I take your hand and bring it to my lips, licking your fingers up and down before taking them into my mouth, enjoying the sweet taste of your juices. Then I maneuver the hand back down, to my own groin this time. I’m still as hard as ever, and you give me the same mischievous grin I gave you before. You hoist yourself up to straddle me. I can feel the runoff from your pussy on my leg.

You expertly remove my underwear, leaving your destroyed panties on. You pull them to one side. It’s easy enough with how much they were stretched. A wash of fluid pours over my/your pulsing toy. You put your hands on my chest for support and grind your hips in an intentional motion, a slick fold on each side of my shaft, still pressed against my stomach. You glide like this a few times, making me growl. Your slit is slippery and warm and feels so fucking good. Just when I think you’re going to relieve me of my load like this, an unseen hand trails its way up between my legs. You lift and gently but swiftly raise my member to a vertical position. Just as swiftly, you slip down, enveloping my entire cock in your warm, tight sheath. You shudder and gasp at the surprise of the feeling. Having been so long, it causes you to lose your strength for only a second. But that’s all it takes for you to drop down onto me, your ass smacking my lap. You accidentally take every inch of me instantly and effortlessly.

Your hands find my chest again. With my buildup and your first orgasm still fresh and burning, neither of us takes long to climax. We let go at almost the same moment, my hot cum shooting deep inside you, filling you completely. It’s been too long since I’d been able to even pleasure myself, and my eruption is overwhelming enough that our juices mixed together immediately come pouring from your luscious pussy, running down my hips, into my bellybutton, and onto the sheets. You collapse, exhausted and shaking, onto me, my softening organ comfortably buried inside you still. Your walls pulse with leftover sexual energy, pulling every drop from me. We kiss and sigh contentedly, naked (aside from the obliterated panties), soaked with sweat and each other.

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