The nights are so warm during this long awaited summer. Naked bodies lie beneath a cool sheet, which is the only way to maintain a cool enough temperature to sleep. His body still radiates heat though, and despite the thin veil of sweat I can feel upon my skin, I still push my body against his. Pulling him to me, rejoicing as his hand responds and finds me in the darkness.
A glance at the clock tells me I should make an effort to get back to sleep. I’m an early riser but 3am is too early, even for me. I’m restless though and far too awake! My hands start to trace the lines of his body to keep me occupied.
The curve of his neck invites me to pass across his strong shoulders, before gently finding my way across his collarbone bone and down onto his chest. As always my hand lays flat here for a moment, revelling in not only the feel of his body beneath my palm, but also in the beat of his heart, drumming softly against my hand. The travel continues though and I smooth my hand across his rib cage, an action that arouses me far more than I am able to explain. I linger here, longer than most might, which results in a wanton ache, and my hips start to move against him, slow, soft gyrations, but oh how effective they are in igniting my need for him.
My hands move lower, not intending to wake him, but just to feel the smooth skin of his shaft against my fingertips. He’s hard. He feels so ready, so fuckable, so eager. I tell myself it’s a biology thing, not an aroused thing, but the twitching in my cunt is very persuasive.
As I resolve to leave him to his slumber, his collar catches my eye. Removed as always for bedtime, it rests in its place on his bedside table and it reminds me that he is Mine! Mine to do with as I wish, whenever I wish, that is the deal, and I decide I would be doing him a disservice to deny myself what I so ardently want at this moment in time.
My hand returns to his cock, still hard, and it feels so good as I wrap my fingers around it. As I move my hand slowly up and down, he shifts his body position and rolls onto his back, a sure fire sign that even in his still slumbering state he is enjoying himself. I marvel at what a deep sleeper he is and wonder at what point he will wake up, if he wakes up at all!
My lips begin to pepper kisses across his warm skin, retracing the steps my fingers had taken just moments earlier. As my hand moves from his cock, and instead trails along the length of his thighs, palms flattening on occasion to feel his muscles tense as my lips elicit an arousal that even sleep can not hold at bay.
When my mouth reaches his cock, I settle myself neatly between his legs. Licking my lips and capturing the bottom one between my teeth as I soak in the sight of him, I never tire of gazing at him. I peel my eyes away from him though, and lower my mouth to his twitching cock. He stretches my mouth wide, and I don’t get even halfway down his length before his tip is nestled against the back of my throat!
My mouth is delighting in the feel of him, taking my time with slow and sensual ministrations of desire, but the growing heat and wetness between my thighs is raging, urging me to satisfy my own needs. I decide it’s time to give in to the urge. When I remove my mouth from his cock, he lets out a low moan of loss. I assume this means he is waking, but on closer inspection I see he is still asleep for the most part. Perhaps beginning to rouse ever so slightly.
I can feel myself holding my breath in anticipation as I straddle him, positioning myself so he will slide into me perfectly. When I lose myself onto him, the feeling is, as always, exquisite, it never gets old. I release the breath I’ve been holding onto, and my body relaxes as I do so, remaining still for a moment, I relish the feeling of him being inside me.
I am jolted from my reflective state though, by the feel of his hands against my thighs. Slowly caressing them, his hips starting to stir beneath. I lean down and put my mouth to his ear, enquiring in a whisper as to whether or not he is awake. His groggy mumble tells me he is awake but not fully, though he is however aware that he is a participant in my early hours adventure.
Unable to hold off any longer, I start to grind my cunt against him. Getting the angle perfect so that my clit is rubbing against him, as his cock fills me, my muscles contracting against him, sending ripples of pleasure through every fibre of my being.
His hands start to wander, grazing my skin until he reaches my breasts, then his grip tightens and I can’t help but moan out in delight! My lips find his, hungry for more of him, to have his tongue fill my mouth as his cock is filling my cunt. I instinctively reach for his collar as he responds to my kiss, and feel bereft for a moment when I remember he hasn’t yet put it on for the day ahead. Instead my hands clasp around his neck, and he groans. I love the fact that such a simple act can evoke such immediate arousal in him.
My hands remain firm around his neck, as my body finds the rhythm it needs to create an orgasm that I am now desperate to feel. My eyes flutter open briefly and I catch sight of him looking at me, it appears he is now awake and fixated. Asphyxiated and fixated, I giggle involuntarily at my own little joke, causing him to ask what’s funny. Despite the gentle start to this mornings fun, I can’t help but reply that I’m laughing at the fact he’s my little bitch no matter what time of day it is and he groans again and a breathy ‘Yes Mistress’ escapes his lips and as if those words we last piece of the puzzle, my body begins to unravel and I grip him tightly between slender fingers and clenching cunt.
I see him check the time as I roll off of him. This time it’s him that giggles as he innocently asks me if I was struggling to sleep. I try to answer, but his hand is stroking my hair, my eyes have closed in response and suddenly sleep is all I can think off. I curl into him, grateful that it’s the weekend and that we get to wake up together all over again in just a few hours.