My most recent erotic story, from March 2008.

Tossing and rolling for what seemed the hundredth time, I turned onto my back and opened my eyes. Lifting my head, I glanced over you at the clock. The red numbers 2:33 glared back at me. Fuck, why couldn't I fall asleep? Exhaling with a quiet frustration, my gaze settled on your sleeping form as my head sank into the pillow once again. A brief moment of envy passed over me that you were sleeping so peacefully, but the feeling quickly passed as I focused on just how utterly beautiful you were - lying there on your back, the stresses of the previous day were nowhere to be seen on your soft features, your eyes moved ever so slightly beneath their lids as your mind frolicked in dreamland.

I angled onto my side and propped myself onto my left elbow. The subtle moonlight drifting through the creases of the curtains scattered in a silhouette over your forehead and the fullness of your slightly parted lips. The blanket was pulled to just below your breasts, with your left arm resting on the outside over your belly and your right arm arched above your head. Your hair, which you tied into a loose bunch each night, had come undone and cascaded in various directions around your head, a beautifully stark contrast of dark strands against the white of the pillowcase.

For several seconds I simply laid there studying you. I'd been sleeping with you in the same bed for a number of weeks and had taken many opportunities to admire your awe-inspiring beauty - all unbeknownst to you. You were absolutely breathtaking awake or asleep, but it was when you were sleeping that the wall you seemed to always have raised was lowered...inviting the reprieve you could ask for only in your dreams.

I reached out to delicately caress your cheek with my fingertips, drifting slowly to your mouth, my touch over your lips was even lighter. I didn't want to wake you, but the movement didn't seem to disturb you at all. Then I wondered, what exactly would it take to wake you?

I trailed down your chin and over the sharpness of your jawline, dallying over the skin of your throat and lingering for a few seconds at the spot that never failed to make you cry out as my teeth sank into it. I watched your chest as it rose and fell with your steady breathing, proceeding to glide over your right breast with my fingertips, grazing the nipple just enough that it stiffened, almost imperceptibly, beneath your tshirt. I glanced up at you again, my gaze on your face as I traced light circles directly over the nub with the palm of my hand; easily drawing it to full tautness against the fabric.

This still didn't rouse you, though, so I captured the knot between my thumb and forefinger, delicately squeezing...waiting for and quite sure of a reaction. Still, you slept. I knew you slumbered heavily, but damn....

I decided then that maybe the warmth of my hands on your skin would waken you. I slowly moved your arm from your stomach to your side, following by reaching for the hem of the blanket and pulling down, abandoning it at your hips. Your shirt had rolled up a little, exposing the skin of your belly; instantly my mind traveled back to just a few hours ago, when your fists were clenched in my hair, nudginging me lower as my lips, tongue and teeth trailed all along your stomach, your hips, your thighs and lower still...

Slipping beneath the edge of the cloth, I gently laid my hand flat against the soft skin... your warmth quickly radiated itself through my fingers and up my forearm. For a moment I enjoyed the feeling, watching as your breathing raised and lowered your diaphragm and thus my hand. I then began to glide my hand back and forth, over your belly button to the curve of your waist and repeated the pattern. I looked at you once more to see your mouth was now closed, but no other sign pointed to you actually waking.

Lowering my head to place a light kiss on the spot just below your belly button, I inhaled slowly and deply through my nose. The scent of your body wash mixed with the faint smell of sex from earlier filled my nostrils. The curiosity of what it would take to wake you quickly changed to an ache for you all over again. My mouth opened further as I dragged my teeth over your skin. Pushing the blanket down a ways, I adjusted my body and placed my right knee between your legs, shifting my weight so both of my hands could rest at your hips. My fingers massaged into the muscles as I continued my descent and a moan slipped from me as my chin grazed over the starting point of your trimmed pubic hair, tickling just a little.

So absorbed was I in tasting every exposed inch of you... so enthralled was I with thoughts of my mouth encircling your swelling clit... so preoccupied was I with the idea of my fingers plunging into your wet core and you tightening around me that I was actually startled by the feeling of your fists gripping my hair. Raising my head, my eyes found yours and our gazes locked easily through the shadows. I smirked at you as I thought to myself: so that is what it takes to wake you. And now that you were awake, your objective was quite clear...

Moaning softly and biting your lower lip, your head arched back into the pillow as you increased the pressure of your hands in my hair to push me downward. As you did this, you kicked your left leg from under the covers and hooked it over my shoulders. My smirk immediately disappeared and I slithered several inches farther through the tight space between your leg, slipping my right hand directly to your opening... already amazingly soak and wet. I taunted you by sliding only half of my middle finger past your labia and poking at your clit with the tip of my tongue. Your mind may have been on one track but I wasn't above prolonging things to tease you. Your shallow and broken breaths traveled the length of your body to my ears, conveying a message of frustrated desire.

I began to draw deliberate circles around the quickly swelling nub, careful to avoid brushing directly over it just yet. Increasing my pace, I then effortlessly glided my first two fingers into you until I could go no further and held there as I finally dragged directly over your clit. You jerked in response just like I knew you would. Directly over it again I went and again your body twitched. I flicked across and over repeatedly knowing doing so drove you crazy because it was a good spot, but not exactly the right spot. The space between your broken breaths filled with intermittent whimpers of my name. My tongue slid down and dipped into the well full of your nectar, its salty sweetness coating my taste buds. As I darted my tongue into you right above my fingers, I realized I could never get enough of you and would always want more....

And with that mindset, I took more.

My mouth once again journeyed upward and encircled the pulsating knot fully, suckling it intently between my teeth and proceeding to gently nibble. My fingers began to thrust in and out of you, the first few movements slow and light but wasting no time plunging harder and deeper. As your hips arched into my hand and face, you removed your leg from my shoulders and planted your feet firmly on the mattress for a steadier hold. In response, I hooked over your thigh with my left forearm and yanked you even closer, eliciting another cry of my name. There weren't words to adequately describe how I reacted to the sound of my name brushing past your lips and how utterly passionate your body responded in the heat of the moment; the way your hips pumped and writhed into my lunging hand, the way you pulled my hair while at the same time pushing me closer into you... I simply loved it.

I continued to thrust, calculatingly skimming my fingertips over the ridges of your g-spot each time. The faster I pistoned my arm, the harder you raised your hips, lifting them several inches from the bed to meet me. This made it impossible for me to stay on your clit so I instead started sinking my teeth into your inner thighs. Biting and sucking, I made my way to the crevice of your groin, to your hip bones and all along your lower belly as I ascended and aligned my body with yours. Just as I was about to detour and linger at your breasts, you virtually yanked me the last few inches and crashed your mouth against mine, hungrily extracting the remnants of your juices from my lips and tongue, which I pumped past your teeth in time with my fingers.

You buried your face between my neck and shoulder, looping your leg around my waist, luring me even deeper. Our moans and cries intermingled, muffled by skin and racing heartbeats.
Sweat was forming where our bodies touched. The sense of urgency intensified.

There would be no more teasing. I needed to feel you cum. Now.

I extended my thumb so that it brushed the underside of your clit with each thrust. Harder. Faster. Relentless.

You vaulted into me again and again as you sank your teeth into my flesh, bruising me.

Harder. Deeper.

The sounds escaping from your throat told me not to stop; that you were...right...there.

Faster.

I could feel the tremors beginning from inside you, pulsing to my fingers and through my arm.

More.

And then you were tumbling...falling...over the edge. You flung your head back and cried out. Your fingernails dug into my skin before scratching down my backside as your body caved beneath the waves of orgasm.

Your energy momentarily depleted, I simply held you.

After several minutes, you scraped your teeth over the angle of my jaw, you paused at my ear to murmur, "I love how you fuck me," and proceeded to roll over on top of me....