[MF] A Late Night Visit to Your Room

It wasn’t the sound of the door opening or closing that woke you in the middle of the night, nor was it the soft padding of my feet on the carpet. What caused you to swim up from the depths of sleep was the way the mattress dipped as he climbed into it. As the cool air from the room moved across your skin, given an opening by the lifting of the blanket as he slid in next to you your skin began to flush and your heart quickened. Taking all the self control you possess, you will yourself to stay calm, to take measured and deep breaths.

Then you feel it, a hand on your naked thigh, exposed as your oversized t-shirt sits wrinkled and collected at your waist. The palm squeezes your leg gently as it begins to run down towards your knee, before doubling back and climbing up your hip knowing he could tell that the shirt was the only thing you were wearing. As the fingers slowly, almost lazily, move back and forth over your skin you feel a static buzz ignite between your thighs at his touch, to feel his hands on your bare flesh.

Your mind racing, eyes moving quickly under your still closed eyelids as his other hand grips your shoulder, pulling at you, rolling you onto your back. Your eyes finally open, slowly, as the hand begins to trail down your shoulders and trace the curves of your body. The room is dark, almost pitch black, the hallway light intruding from the bottom of the door is the only light that comes in. Just enough to illuminate his silhouette, not enough to give the form features, only enough to draw his outline as his torso hovers over you. You feel your breath stagger in the hollow of your esophagus as his hand gently eases under your shirt, betraying your excitement. His fingers, still moving slowly, purposefully, move across the rippling divots of your rib cage before closing around your breast.

His thumb grazes your nipple as his hand begins to massage your breast, causing it to stiffen under his touch. A breathy gasp escaping your lips as he gives it a delicate pinch between his fingers. Your body arches without hesitation to meet his touch, hips already rolling forward to staunch the growing need inside of you. You can feel your wetness, already growing throughout the day, now practically streaming out between your thighs. Though you can’t see his eyes, you get the feeling you’re being admired, as something that is cherished, or coveted.

His fingers clutched the bottom of your shirt and pulled it up and over your head, freeing you of that constraint, that barrier, leaving you feeling exposed yet so ready. You hear him for the first time, not a word, but exhaling a deep, low growl. His hand caresses a soft trail up your curves along the right side of your body, goosebumps covering your skin in the wake of his touch until his palm cupped your cheek. A touch that was filled with softness, warmth, as well as security and authority. His thumb slid outward across the plump surface of your lip, your lips parting without thought allowing it to pass. Lips enclosing on it you engulfed the thickness, feeling the delicate ridges running across the sensitive surface of your tongue. Your sucking is timid, almost gentle, but it conveyed your deep yearning better than a thousand words could have.

Several seconds later, his finger withdrew only to be replaced by his lips. There was timidity in his lips, no withholding of passion. His kiss devoured you and you returned it with hunger as though you had been born to do it. Your tongues tussled against each other, that one thick thumb finding a hold against your throat as fingers splayed along your jaw. A rumbling moan rolled from between his lips as your body began undulating beneath him.

Not saying a word the kiss is broken and he righted himself, his torso silhouetted again, his lack of shirt obvious yet again. His hands moving, hooking inside of his boxer briefs, sending them down past his knees with a single motion. You couldn’t help the small moan that escaped your lips when his cock, already half hard, became silhouetted.

The mattress depressed again as he crawled over the top of you, his body looming so close you could feel the warmth of his skin. The warm surface of his lips glided over your skin as he left a trail of kisses, licks, and nibbles down your collarbone to the bud of your nipple. His tongue extended curling around it as his lips enclosed it, sucking it into his mouth. Your eyes closed briefly, another soft moan pulled from your body in response to him. As your eyelids slowly reopened you were treated with the sight of the top of his head as it descended between your thighs. When he started to push your legs apart, you offered no resistance.

Blood boiled in your veins, capillaries expanded as a surge of heat pulsed through your body. His hands roamed over you, traveling down along your curves until they stopped and found purchase cupping your ass.

“Please,” you heard yourself say, not realizing the words had escaped until they were already in the room. The first words that had been spoken since he entered the room, and the most desperate plea you’d ever uttered.

Suddenly warmth encompassed your mound as he closed his mouth over your drenched slit, your hips bucking as though a lightning bolt of pleasure had struck you. His tongue began dragging up along your crease, washing your delicate slit with his saliva, engulfing you, devouring you. You could feel the gentle suction of his mouth, hear the soft wet sounds of his licking and sucking even over your own ragged breath. Writhing beneath him your hips rolled and bucked, his hungry mouth drawing your swollen folds past his lips, savoring the very flavor of you. The powerful pink muscles of his wide and thick tongue pushed against you, rolling in a wave against your labia. A sudden sharp squeal was stolen from you, your thighs reactively squeezing around his ear as his tongue penetrates you. Your boy quivered in his hands, fingers scrambling to grasp at the sheets while soft, strained gasps of carnal euphoria forced their way from your mouth.

His lips enclosed around your clit, his tongue flicking as he gently sucked, a single finger pushing inside of you, your walls gripping it fiercely. He curled it upwards, searching for and easily finding your g spot. As he rubbed against it your nerves exploded in delight, and the urgent tingle of a budding orgasm began to build at the speed of a tidal wave. In the dark of the room you felt, as much as heard, a guttural moan rumble from his lips as your body began to convulse. The orgasm hitting you as pure ecstasy blooms from your core, crashing through your body in waves. Euphoria immolating your nerves, the feeling of tumbling consuming your body, the wonder if it would ever stop briefly flits through your mind as you tight walls continue to spasm around his finger.

His finger sliding out of you, leaving you with an unbearable feeling of emptiness pulls your mind back to your body. Breathing ragged, skin flushed, you raise your head to look down at the shape positioning itself between your spread thighs.

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*So I decided I wanted to attempt writing in the 2nd person as I usually write in first. There is more to the story, as their time that night continues. But I wanted to find out if my 2nd person writing style was alright, or if it shows through that I’m trying something new and pushing my boundaries before I continued.*

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ntnzhh/mf_a_late_night_visit_to_your_room

5 comments on “[MF] A Late Night Visit to Your Room

  1. This gives like a big castle room vibe for me, but ot was good reading tho keep up the work.

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