Wake Me Up (part 1)

Falling asleep. Limbs heavy. "Are you asleep?" you ask. It's a great effort to form my slackened mouth into the right shape, to push air through my lips, but I summon it up, I have to. You will leave me alone if I'm sleeping, and I want you to stay. So, "Yesss, I'm 'wake," I manage to mumble, adding a half-successful attempt at opening my eyes as evidence.

You laugh. "You seem pretty lively," you say. Mock me, go ahead. Just slide into bed with me, put your hands on my body, don't make me go to sleep alone.

You put your hand on my breast and give it a friendly squeeze. I smile. It's still hard to move, I'd like to turn towards you but I'm so sleepy. You've moved your head next to mine. "You just rest," you murmur in my ear. You've tangled a hand in my hair, and you use it to turn my head towards you, pulling my hair just a tiny bit more than necessary. I feel an answering tug in my gut, and when your lips touch mine, a warm tingle from my belly to my clit.

You kiss me hard, pulling my head closer, then leaning over me and giving me short, hungry kisses with a little bit of tooth. You let go of my hair and let your hand slip back down to my tit, squeezing as much as you can cup in your hand while pinching my nipple between your thumb and the side of your fingers. You're squeezing my tit rhythmically and my cunt is pulsing to the same beat. I'm not feeling sleepy any more. I reach up to pull your head down so I can keep your mouth on mine, but you catch my hand and tuck it back down by my side. I can't see your face in the dark room, but I can hear your smile. "I'm doing the work tonight," you say. "You need your beauty rest."

"But I want to put my arms around you," I say. You're stretched out beside me, up on one forearm. The only place we're touching is your hand covering my hand, your wrist against my hip. I can feel the heat of your skin and it's making me queasy with desire.

"Tonight," you say, "I'm in charge." You lace your fingers into mine. We've done this walking down the street. Having my small fingers spread almost-uncomfortably-far-apart by your so much larger, rougher fingers has always felt extremely sexual to me. I didn't know you knew that it turned me on. Maybe you don't. All the same, you grab my other hand and lace fingers with me, there, too. You pull my hands over my head and roll onto your forearms, holding your body over mine. Your legs are tangling with mine, I can feel the tip of your cock brush against my thigh. I try to raise my hips to meet it, but you push your leg against mine so I can't move my hips. Being pinned by you is turning me on beyond reason. Your teasing distance is making me aware of every nerve ending, every place we're almost touching. I can feel your breath on my cheek.

"Keep your hands there," you murmur. You shift lower. Your breath is on my breasts. I'm arching up towards you, praying for your lips and hot tongue to descend on my aching, swollen nipples. You bite me. Hard. Lips pulled back, no tongue. I yell. This is not the way you usually play with me.

"Lay still," you say, and there's an edge of firmness in your voice. "Take a deep breath," you tell me. I realize I'm panting. You've hardly touched me, but I'm soaking wet. "I want you..." your voice starts out hard and grows softer, almost coaxing. "I want you to try and relax." Your hand has slid down to my stomach. You're pulling gently on my pubic hair. How can I fucking relax? Your lips are touching my belly, just barely grazing my skin as you say again, "Breath." I breath. I try to rest my back against the bed. "That's a good girl," you whisper against my skin. Oh - yes - I'm a good girl - I'll do anything you say if you'll just keep moving your fingers lower.

"Stay relaxed," you say. "If I feel you tensing up, I'm going to stop." You take a nipple in your mouth, gently this time, slowly sucking it in and releasing it again. Your fingers are sliding down over my clit to my dripping slit and lazily back up again. I'm trying my damnedest to keep my breathing slow. It's making me light-headed. In the dark behind my eyes I'm seeing different colored blots and streamers. Your finger brushes over my clit again and I make a little humming sound. You slide it down to push a little way inside my cunt and it's like an electric shock. My pelvis jerks, despite me. You freeze, then slowly remove your mouth from my nipple, your hand from my pussy. My heart is racing.

"I want you to be a good girl," you say. "You need to learn to be patient."

"You turn me on so much," I say. Please come back, says my pussy. Pretty please?

"Stay there," you tell me. You flick on the bedside lamp. It's not very bright, but it makes me squint and blink. You're looking at me intently - at my body stretched long across the bed, my gold pubic hair, my breasts falling to the sides with their nipples standing up straight, my open mouth, my hand by my head where you left them. I'm a little bit cold.

"Spread your legs," you say. I pull my knees apart a few inches. "More," you say, and I spread them all the way. I feel self conscious. I want to move my hands. You are kneeling between my legs. You press my thighs further apart, almost to the point of pain. My cunt is aching. I can feel your eyes on my clit, on my shiny, sticky labia, my ring, the hint of a dark slit between engorged lips... You lower your mouth to my clit, hands pressing my thighs apart. I moan with relief and pleasure. You know what I like best - your tongue barely moves, just presses against my clit firmly while your lips enfold the hood. It feels like heaven. My hands twist to grip the pillow. You pull away.

Damn it, why can't I stay still? I'm frustrated. This game is going on too long. I have to get up in the morning and I want to cum and I want you to cum and in between there should be cock sucking and fucking and lots of groans and moans and sweat and slickness and all this teasing is driving me insane! Which, I realize, as you stand up, is the whole point. "Stay there," you say, and I do, despite tired legs and a slight chill. You're someone different tonight, and I want to know what happens next.