Bliss
by Nicole S
I got undressed and slid into bed beside him, snuggling up to his back.
I was hard instantly. He sighed and snuggled
back to me to acknowledge my presence, but didn't completely wake. I nuzzled
the back of his neck before peppering his shoulder with kisses. I knew it was
late and he had to work tomorrow, but I did not care. I wanted him. I needed
him. I had to have him.
My hand ran down his shoulder to his thigh, where it
caressed the smooth skin. He sighed again and stirred, whimpering a little at
the thought of waking. He soon relented to my touch. My hand caressed his hip
and thigh, then finally back up to his shoulder again. The pillow he was
holding fell to the floor. I reached around to caress his chest while continuing
to kiss his temple, his cheek. My hand moved lower down his body, across his
chest, his abdomen, then finally to the hardness that was forming at the tawny
curls. I caressed him gently, the velvety touch of his skin making me harder.
I kissed his shoulder as I brought him to perfection.
Reaching over, I took
the tube of lubricant out of the drawer and applied some to my fingers. He
moaned as they entered him, bringing him to a higher state of arousal, ready for
me. My cock was practically aching for him. I slicked it up and began to enter
the tight opening. His back arched, his head cameback to mine, giving me
opportunity to kiss those sleepy lips. He kissed me back as inch after inch
entered him until we were joined together.
I released his mouth and began
moving back and forth inside of him. He sighed again as I reached over and
applied the same steady strokes to his own cock. We made love sweetly, kissing
what parts we could reach, sighing each other's name. He came with a moan,
muscles contracting, sweat prickling on his body.This started my own bliss,
emptying myself into the only lover I ever loved. I held him in my arms until I
fell out of him, still pressed up against his back, kissing the dark hair one
more time before falling asleep.
finis
He was
sleeping when I came in. I knew he would be, being so late. The light
streaming in from the street showed his long form under the sheets
and comforter. He was on his side, his left leg draped over the right, hugging
a pillow. His mouth twisted into a pout, lower lip almost quivering,
opens lightly letting out his sweet breath. Heavy lids hid the hazel pools,
long lashes swept across his cheeks.
