We’re in bed together. I wake up out of my sleep because there’s a thunderstorm going on outside the bedroom window. Not only that, but the climate in the room is hot enough to make both of us sweat a little and sharing body heat like we are doesn’t particularly help.
I try to go back to sleep. Can’t. My mind is racing and won’t turn off. Something else also begins to reactivate when you shift around in your sleep while I hold you, causing a bit of friction and stimuli under the sheets.
I do my best to ignore it. But you feel so damn good in my arms. So good that I’m willing to deal with the small beads of sweat on my forehead just so I can continue to hold you and subtly caress your sleeping form.
My hands begin wandering. Over your stomach. Over your sides to caress and trace your lovely curves. Over your hips and thighs, resisting the urge to tug at the boy shorts loosely hanging on them. Then back to your sides. Before the next lightning bolt strikes the earth again, I find myself rubbing and gently squeezing the soft mounds of flesh located under your tank top, tracing circles around the small brown nubs in the center of them.
You sigh in your sleep. I begin to wonder if it’s a sign of satisfaction or annoyance.
But then, you shift your hips around against me unconsciously again.
Fuck it. This is about to be your problem now, too.
Another lightning strike illuminates the room momentarily as I lean forward to plant soft kisses against your cheek, my hands still playing with your breasts like a kid with play-doh.
I lick my lips to make my kisses wetter. Softer. They begin to trail along the side of your jaw, down to your neck.
“Hm…?” You grunt sleepily. I have your attention now, though I know you’re tired annoyed by the heat, too.
“Babe,” I whisper in your ear, still planting kisses on your face.
“Wha…” Was your mumbled response.
I hesitate. I hadn’t really thought of how I wanted to properly phrase what I wanted to tell you next. So instead, I push my hips forward, right into your backside.
I hate the fact that I’m interrupting your peaceful slumber, but I continue nonetheless. I know you can feel it. And I know you’re catching the hint.
“I need you to put me back to sleep.”
You don’t respond right away. I push my hips into you again to make sure you’re still awake.
“I’m tired,” You sigh. From pleasure or aggravation, I wasn’t sure.
At this point, I was beginning to feel pretty shitty about me annoying you like this. But your presence was making it hard for me. No pun intended.
“I know, baby. But I can’t sleep like this.”
I let one of my hands travel down your body, which is getting a bit more moist with sweat by the second. It travels lower and lower, momentarily playing with your bellybutton before it reaches the very top of your panties. My fingertips plays with the elastic waistband. I can feel the heat grazing my hand from below as I did this. And it only makes me want to be more persistent.
You aren’t putting up much of a fight, so I take that as a sign to continue. My hand squeezes itself between your skin and the lacy fabric, heading toward the source of the warmth until it meets some dampness. You’re wet. And it’s making my mind think of more and more nastier and dirtier things by the second.
I grin when your mouth opens in a silent gasp/moan once my middle finger circles around the little nub located right at the top of that precious opening between your legs. I push my hips into you again as I do this. Your thighs tighten up in response, and your hand quickly moves to clutch at my forearm. I almost thought it was in an attempt for you to remove my hand. But you were pushing it down lower.
“I’m tired, babe…” You whisper to me. Your mind and body are clearly at war with each other because of me. The rain only seems to get heavier, pounding away at the window nearby. Another bolt of lighting strikes. I laugh a bit when I feel you jump in my arms because of it. I then maneuver my head to kiss your lips and you lazily meet me half way.
I know you want it, just like I do.
“I know, babygirl.” I tell you in my best sexy/sleepy voice that I know you love so much. This seems to act as a voice-activated password to the treasure between your thighs, seeing as you open your legs a bit more so I can gain better access.
“You don’t even have to wake up, baby. Just let me do all the work.”
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