That hazy suddenly asleep moment, still a little alert, vaguely still aware of external sounds, blissfully content in cosy bedclothes moulding ur body and settling into every curve, drifting softly away into nothingness...
A sensation rouses me, confusion, did someone just touch me? Stop being silly, you’re home alone... There it was again, I know I felt it this time, a feeling of rough stubble against my inner thigh. I pull my pillow closer against me, my brain thinking it will provide safety, trying to hide my nakedness before I look down. I peek, but I can’t see. Hands rub either side of my hips, grasping me gently but firmly, guiding me to my back, insisting. I have a death grip on my pillow now, alert and terrified of the unknown.
”Don’t move.” Two words. The hands slide under me, massaging my ass. That rough stubble is back on my thighs, a soft tongue kissing, licking, a chin pushing, insisting, both working their way up. My legs tense and I try to roll away, the hands grip tighter. A low growl this time: “Don’t Move”.
The lips move higher, teeth grazing my skin now too. My body betraying me, aroused but hidden,thighs clamped together tightly, pillow still clutched hiding the rest. His mouth moves left, finding the soft spot just inside my hip. His teeth sink in as he takes a bite, holding for a moment before he releases. I gasp, try to roll away from it. “Don’t. Move.”
His hands have started becoming more intense under me, teasing and stretching my cheeks apart. His mouth finds my other hip, replicating his assault but followed by a lick, a kiss, a soft brush of that rough face against my soft skin. A whimper escapes my lips this time, my body defying me completely and pushing towards him. “Don’t MOVE”.
All I can feel is his breath now, the heat on my skin moving over my body randomly. One moment on my thigh, the next on my belly, the next on my hip, lingering over my pussy. I can feel my body betraying me fully, a slow steady trickle taken by gravity along the groove of my ass. He stops. His fingers feeling what my body has done. I hold my breath, and my pillow, my heart so loud I’m fully sure he can hear it.
He pulls his hands away, I can feel his body shift. I throw my pillow away in an effort to escape until I hear the words again. “DONT. MOVE”. I’m frozen, paralysed, though by what I don’t know. I force myself to look, Those eyes, insisting, pleading, demanding, begging, full of questions and searching for answers in mine. I don’t hear his words, I feel them, said in a hoarse whisper “don’t move”. My body replies: muscles relax, all fight gone, he sees my eyes respond, the lust in his mirrored in my own.
His searing look never leaves me, daring me to look away yet hoping I won’t. His body moving over mine, pushing my legs apart. His face is above me now, just inches from mine. I feel him between my legs, his body settling against mine. His hardness meeting my softness. His face comes closer to mine, his breath against my lips, his eyes almost out of focus of mine but not quite. I try to push my body up to his, to welcome him inside, pure want coursing through me to feel him deep inside me as his tip lies just inside. I feel his lips move against mine, a final warning that touched me “Don’t. Move”. His eyes dark. And then bliss...
