Steem

Babe, I whisper to try and wake you. Baby, I say again and this time my hand slides to your hips and rocks you a little as I whisper closer to your ear. A little groan is all the response I get, other than a wiggle of your body closer to mine. Baby, let go to bed, I say at almost a normal volume. I try to move from behind you but you are laying across my arm. Like a rock you slumber and push up against me more to cuddle all night on the couch seems your want. I slide back enough to sit up at the same time as you turn onto your back, pulling back the throw revealing your nude body to me. With what little light makes its way from the hall I see you in all your perfection. Even tired I cannot resist just one taste of your flesh and let my kiss quickly find your neck. I wanted for just a taste but once I have sampled your flavor, my teeth rake slow. I can feel your back arch and your body rise up and a restrained grin tells that you may not be sleeping. Without my command my free hand roams your canvas and finds your secrets. The spinning fan pushing hard down on our moistening skin. I hear your mouth open and a rush of air enter you. No words spoken and I hear volumes of want and need in the agreements we just made. Still no moves made on my way with you, I slide my hand out from your back to your waist. Controlling your hips giving passage to my other as it slides down to find what will make you mine to operate. The burning between us grows despite the cool crisp air.

© Jeph Rants