I lay in bed this morning. Slowly opening my eyes, coming to terms with the day to come, but emphatically resisting in my still dozy eyed way. That is when I feel it.
Your phantom hands on my hips, rolling them into the mattress. Your unmistakable presence behind me, positioned over top of me. I breath a soft, whispy cry, face down into the pillow. My hands curl into the sheets. There is no resisting now, the anticipation mixing with my still intoxicated sleep scape.
My pleas are not meant for you, it would do no good to beg. We both know you will take what you want, and my moans of urgency may only shift the mood. I dare not even look at you. I will risk nothing to change this moment. So instead I grip the sheets tighter and allow my hips to be manipulated to your whims. Even just the ghost of your touch, exhilerating.
Instead, my soft whimpers are a reflection of your desires. You brought me here, with your encouragement, your direction to be more vocal, to be more free. Your work is rewarded in the soft gasps and wonton pulse of my hips. The reward of how your have come to be the keeper of my trust. A small gift I can give, before the greater gift to come.
There is no need to say, we both know this is yours to take. We have talked about it often, one of my favorite atmospheres to be rendered helpless in. The thought of your consideration sends me deeper into sub space, to that obedience and the desire that comes with it.
No other preparation is needed. I am ready to receive you, without so much as the slightest touch, you have commanded my body. I am not embarrassed of how needy you make me. The thought has my exposed clit pulsing, a breath away from the bed sheets, I can almost feel the stimulation, I take my chances and rock closer to the origin of the friction.
Your hand in my hair says otherwise. That I am not to get too ahead of the moment. And when my head is forced into the pillow, my hips rise higher in response. Another hand to the small of my back, bracing your weight while holding me to the bed.
I know it wont be long now. A flash of carnal pleasures, that ends in being brought close to your chest, where we fall back asleep for 10 more minutes. Before we move on to my next favorite thing. Coffee.
I love the weekends.
