It’s quiet, the world is asleep. I spent the day fighting dragons, some real some I created myself. For the most part I know I am just tilting at windmills, problems that were never really problems at all. These dragons haunt every step in my waking hours but boldly confront me in my sleep. There is but one safe place in my day, here in the witching hours wrapped in your arms.
I can feel each point of contact on your skin. They remind me of your sweet ministrations the night before. You began by crawling slowly to my face, following the length of me on the bed. Your height dwarfing me, your long fingers lovingly tracing from foot to breast. I had spent the day attempting to ignore the heaviness on my heart, brave face to the world. But, in an instant you spotted it, attuned to it’s cries. Your hands sought out pressure points of pain, soothing them. A gentle caress, a long glide of fingers along my neck, across my shoulders to my hand, where you took my fingers and pressed them gently to your lips. My dragons are stopped at the gate.
Tonight the place where my cheek rests against the inside of your arm, echoes all the strength you used to hold yourself above me while I moaned under your body. Care and concern evident, long full strokes, with eyes met and smiles as I felt every edge of your cock fill me. Where my spine is pressed to your chest this morning, our heartbeats entwined in the silent night, I think of how you gently placed your lips behind my ear, down my neck, across my shoulder, feathering lightly across my collarbone. You kissed between my breasts, soft and desirous. My heartbeat in your mouth as you drew my nipple against your tongue, my back rising to meet your lips, breasts heaving in the night air. How you pulled one and rolled it every so slightly in your fingers, a moan escaping without consent. It made my desire rise above the worries and concerns, all the dragons fall out of focus below me.
My backside presses against your shaft in the moonlight, I can feel it beginning to grow as I shift over you, just ever so slightly pushing in between my cheeks. I am slick from the night’s exertions, our sweet concoction easing your passage to my depths. I can feel that I am slightly swollen, your pounding having left its mark. My legs on your shoulders, you pulled yourself deep into me while you watched with those sparkling eyes, the desire in them plainly evident. My smile broadened, beckoned. You leaned forward to kiss me, bent me sharply, your shaft bottomed out and you caught my lip in your teeth gently as my head arched again My hands on your thighs grounded my heart in your presence, my fingertips felt the muscles flex as your whole shaft sank into me, your balls pressed against my ass. Both of us in sync, connected, thrust to thrust. As they deepened you opened up all my depths, exposed and banished all my fears, each dragon scale flamed under your care.
In your sleep your arm drapes across my rib cage and around to cup one of my breasts, your fingers lightly supporting it. Those breasts that were pressed against your chest, all strength against my soft curves. The tan lines starkly defined against your skin, dark to light. I love the way your hand looks against me, those long fingers that held my hips still against your onslaught. I felt your cock intensify as it filled my body completely. Then those beautiful last moments before the crest. It’s all movement, all presence, no thought, only hands, lips, moans. Nothing linear or concrete, just heart and skin. My body roiled up and over the crest, your hands pressed to my skin, hot points of light. I felt the spasms breaking over your rigid shaft, hard as steel making my waves more intense. As they began to recede you tensed and tightened, then pressed yourself far into my recesses, the back of me molding to your head. My body pulled and begged each long rope of creamy cum from you. Your body jerked and throbbed, face exquisite. Your cock twitched gently with the last remnants of our orgasm. The dragons turn to silvery grey ash, blown away by your ragged breath across my face.
On my shoulder, in the early dawn’s light I can feel the heat of your breath, the closeness of your lips palpable. In the starlight, you rested gently on my chest, head on my breast. There was a long moment of fingers, hands in hair. Faces touched and held, tracing beloved lines, soft gentle kisses. You unwelded our thighs, turned to your back and gathered me in your arms. Our remaining repose entangled, hips matched puzzle pieces of safety. In the dark with you I can rest, safe from all dragons.