Fiction - Early

4 am.

You're asleep. I love when you sleep, and you're at peace. I worry,
when you stress too much; that's when I start to get on your case,
about having enough free time. Which stresses you out even more. Which
leads to us snapping at each other, and...

Sigh.

I know what you need to relax. Sleep helps, but what you really need... is me.

More specifically, Us.

So, I'm glad you're sleeping in a thong. It makes things so much easier.

You sleep on your side, which causes some difficulty from
time-to-time. Tonight, it's perfect. You're all curled up, so sliding
one finger in-between your legs isn't too difficult.

Rubbing your pussy without waking you up? A whole 'nother beast entirely.

But, I'm successful. My finger slides through the thong, and over your
lips, and...

You're already wet.

I'm impressed, and immediately aroused. Any doubts I had before are
erased. I know what I want. And who I want to do it to.

A small "uhh" catches my attention. Good, you're starting to wake up.

You let out a small groan, and try to push me away. No... I don't think so.

I pull your thong down. Your legs lift slightly, helping me. It's
possible you think this is a dream, but I doubt it. Your body knows
what you like. And so do I.

I push your legs up towards your chest, putting you into the "L"
position. I run my fingers over your pussy again. It's wet, and
accesible.

Excellent. I pull off my boxers, and smile at my hard-on.

I slide up behind up, and gently rub the tip of my cock against you.

You moan louder. I push inside you slowly, and your body awakens,
pushing back against me.

You say nothing, as I slide inside you. Your legs open, pussy
swallowing me easily. I do know your body, and I know what you like.
And your body like my cock. A lot.

I withdraw slowly, letting your body come to full consciousness on
it's own terms. I push in you again, and watch as your breasts push
out from your chest. You're breathing hard.

You're awake.

I pull closer to you, one arm wrapped around your chest. My fingers
squeeze one breast, as my hips thrust my cock in and out of you. With
each passing thrust, your body reacts more and more.

One of your hands reaches up and grabs the headboard. Your face turns
into the pillow, as I hear repeated muffled moans. Good. You've from
wanton to aroused.

I move faster. I love the hard fucking we do. The way your body
responds, the way your eyes beg me for more. Sometimes you'll talk
dirty, sometimes you won't.

Tonight, I'm giving and taking, without a word from you.

It's what you need. The dream-like fuck, that I'm putting you through.
The way your wet flesh sucks me in greedily. Feeling the moist juices
on my shaft is a jolt of adrenaline through my body.

I can't stop my hips from bucking against you. I love doing this to you;
with you. I feel a hand on my forearm, but if it's to get me to stop,
it's too late. I'm beyond stopping now.

My head clears for a moment, and all I hear is wet fucking. Moist
sounds of contact, heavy breathing and flesh. It's a surprise, when I
feel you cum before I do. Your body contracts, and pulls me in.

Your pussy, sucking on my cock, is too much. I explode, my balls
pumping through the shaft, and into you. You feel spurt after spurt
coat the inside of you. Your ass pushes back against me, your flesh
still holding me tight. You won't let go, which is fine with me.

We pant together, as we relax. I start to slide out of you, but you
speak for the first time.

"No." You whisper. You pull my arm back over your chest, and relax.

I curl up behind you, and relax. Our bodies shift slightly, as we fall asleep.

You know, that if I stay inside you like that, I''ll end up waking you
up in a couple hours to do it all over a-...

Ah. Of course. I smile and try to fall asleep.

I'm going to need my energy, it seems.

-- The Bastard.