“A woman needs her sleep.” You stated.
“Is that a fact?”
“Absolutely. If I don’t get eight hours of sleep.. Well, it’s not good. That’s all”
“You and I could never sleep together then.” I responded. “It’s unfortunate. I think it would be rather… enjoyable.”
“Why could we never sleep together?” You sounded intrigued.
I raised my fingers to touch my lips, looked deeply into your eyes and explained, “ I’m a side sleeper, and a I cuddle.. I am very tactile. I enjoy touching. My hands would always be against your back, tracing words, drawing, or scratching. Likewise with your hair. I would always want my hand touching your hair, running through it twisting and twirling. And as we sleep, I like to wrap my arm around someone and squeeze them. Pull them close into my body. Protect them against their fears.”
“And how would this prevent me from sleeping?” You grinned.
“I have a tendency to be very amorous at night. I tend to wake up at least once or twice a night. Being a man, I have this terrible affliction, known as ‘morning wood’. Except for me it happens around 3… maybe 4 am. Most nights it can just be ignored. But some nights… it’s just too sensitive. I like to kiss necks, earlobes, shoulders. Kissing leads to licking, sucking, and sometimes biting.
A combination of all of these factors doesn’t bode well for the person I sleep with getting a full night’s sleep… most nights. What do you wear when you sleep? I’d imagine fresh out of a shower, in a nice clean set of sheets.. you probably enjoy the feel of your sheets directly on your skin. If you were naked in my bed, and I were naked in yours, my desires would be ignited fully.
The scent of your hair, the smoothness of your skin. Your taste on my lips. My hands wrapped around your stomach, my wandering hands. Would they wander up, or down? My guess is they wouldn’t have to choose. They could alternate… Your breasts first.. cupping, squeezing, pinching. I would be gentle at first, not wanting to fully wake you. Your subconscious would know it was happening, but your conscious.. would still be unaware. My hand replaced with my mouth, still moving slowly down your body.
Do you sleep on your back? Or your side? If I gently pulled could I roll you over without waking you up? I think I could. With my mouth now on your nipples, my hand would be free to wander further down your body. Caressing every indentation and line on your stomach. Tracing a circle around your belly button. Straight down from there, undaunted. Bypassing your clit, I’d venture down your pussy lips. Touching ever so gently. Remember your subconscious is working overtime. Who do you dream of? Is it me? How wet would you be?
The answer of course is… you are soaked. And my fingers run up and down your swollen pussy lips spreading your juices. My mouth makes it’s way to taste you. Still gently, my lips would meet yours. The little whimpers tell me you’re enjoying yourself. But now it’s time for you to wake and join me.
Your momentary daze is soon replaced with sounds of pleasure. Overwhelmed by the feelings between your legs. As your eyes flutter open, I would let you taste what my mouth has been up to. Our kisses, passionate. Our mouths open and our tongues eager to taste the others’. I pull back as you begin to gasp. Over and over, with your mouth wide open. You are cumming..
“I need to make love.” I whisper, and your moaned “Mmhmm.” tells me that you are willing to forego your slumber.
I crawl atop you, our mouths still engaged. My hips wiggle and guide me into you. The slow grind as we buck to meet each other. As I drive forward into you my pelvis is pressing your clit again, and the friction is too much for you. You cum again. I can feel your pussy contracting around me. Squeezing my cock inside you. Milking me with every thrust. I pull out just in time to send streams of my cum flooding out. My body twitching as it flies across your skin. You are covered, clear from your pussy lips to your breasts.
You smile as your hands instinctively start to play with it. Touching it’s stickiness against your skin. Your fingers rubbing it and working it against your flesh. You lift a finger to your mouth and taste it. Teasing me. My cock twitches again to life. I kneel and taste you as I watch you. Your hand touching and scooping my fluid to your mouth.
Would you want to go back to sleep, or would you want to make love again?”
I could see the goose bumps on your arm and your teeth firmly implanted in your lip, “Oh my.”