The Evening
There’s nothing better than catching you completely off guard after a long day.
You were totally knocked out under the sheet, taking a late evening nap. The bedroom was so quiet and dark, with just the dim light from the streetlights coming through the curtains. You looked incredibly soft, breathing slow and even, without a single clue that your evening was about to completely change.
I didn't wake you up with words. I just slid onto the bed next to you and pulled the sheet down past your hips.
I poured some warm oil into my hands, rubbed my palms together, and placed them flat against the small of your back. The sudden heat made you flinch a little in your sleep, and you let out this low, groggy murmur as you started to stir.
I didn't give you time to fully wake up or ask what time it was. I just leaned my weight into you, my thumbs tracing the tight muscles along your spine, working out the tension with slow, heavy pressure.
You let out a deep, breathy sigh and buried your face deeper into the pillow, completely melting under my hands. You thought this was just a gentle, relaxing evening massage.
You were completely wrong.
I slid my hands lower, tracing the curve of your hips and moving all the way down to your knees. I kept the rhythm incredibly slow, letting the heat build until your skin was flushed and slick.
I leaned right over you, pressing my chest flat against your back, and dragged my lips along your neck. I whispered right against your ear, "Wake up. You're not done with me yet."
You let out a sharp gasp as my weight registered. Before you could even turn around, I hooked my arm under your waist to lift your hips, sliding my hand between your thighs from behind. You were already so warm and completely wet for me, your body waking up and responding way faster than your brain could catch up.
I pushed my fingers deep inside you, instantly setting a heavy, demanding rhythm that shattered the quiet room.
A loud, desperate moan hit the pillow. Your head rolled back against my shoulder, your eyes half-closed and heavy with sleep and pure arousal. You tried to shift your hips against my hand to chase a faster release, but I wrapped my other arm around your ribs, pinning you flat against the mattress.
I bit the soft skin on your shoulder and whispered, "Don't chase it. Just lie still and take my pace."
I kept going, moving in a steady, heavy rhythm, listening to the wet sounds filling the quiet room. You were vibrating, your chest heaving against the sheets, your legs shaking violently as you realized you were completely trapped under my weight.
I keep driving into you, riding right over the edge, completely ignoring your breathless cries until we are both completely spent.
I pulled the sheet right back over us, wrapping my arms around you while you drifted right back to sleep against my chest.