Bedtime
At last, we’re alone. Ever since your return, we’ve been surrounded. Your friends, my friends, our friends. All day long, I’ve been looking at you. Relearning the way you look, the way you move. Wanting to have you to myself as soon as possible. Well, now it’s possible. We’ve seen everyone off, and it’s bedtime. So now, behind three sets of closed doors, we are alone.
We stand by the bed on the cold hardwood floor. I turn off the light and look at you in the cool moon-glow streaming through the windows. I’ve never told you how wonderful you look in your nightclothes, even though you’re only wearing a t-shirt and sweats, the same as me. I think you can tell from the look in my eyes how much I love you, how much I’ve missed having you with me.
We move to each other, and my arms wrap around you as yours encircle me. We stand, unmoving, feeling each other’s warmth, glorying in having something substantial to hold on to. No more dream-hugs, waking to find my arms clenched tightly across my chest. Now my arms are around you, and I know that you’ll still be here in the morning.
We move apart, ever so slightly, and look into each other’s eyes. Our faces move closer, and our lips meet for the first time in what seems like years. We kiss tenderly, then firmly, our passion restrained, then wanton. Your lower lip quivers as i run my tongue along it, then you follow suit, licking my lips as I taste you again, for the first time.
I move my lips across your cheek, nibbling at your flesh, approaching your ear. I reach it, and whisper what I’ve wanted to scream out loud this whole day long:
“I love you.”
The words, and the rush of air accompanying them, cause a wave to flow over you. I hold you as your body trembles. You hold me tighter and tighter still. Still we stand, together and in love.
Your hands loosen their grip on my body and I feel them traveling up and down my back, your fingertips playing across the back of my shirt. I do the same for you, rubbing your muscles through the cotton. Muscles sore from travel and heavy baggage begin to loosen as we rub each other, pressing our bodies together, kissing, then hugging, then rubbing some more.
I run a fingertip along the collar of your shirt, lightly touching your skin. Your breath catches in your throat.
I lightly kiss your cheeks, your forehead, your lips, then pull back to look at your face. Your eyes sparkle as you smile at me. I feel warmed inside, and smile back.
Your hands slide under my shirt and across my back. I feel your fingers dancing lightly on my skin, and I shiver through the heat that builds within me.
My hands find their way under your shirt and around your waist as you link your fingers and drop your hands to the small of my back. We hold each other tightly again, pressing our bodies together at the hips as your mouth seeks mine.
You kiss my lips, my cheek, my temple. I move my face past yours and press it into your hair. I breathe deeply, and you feel the air of the room moving across your scalp as I inhale. Your skin tingles.
My hands move up your back as I move my head, first to kiss you, then out of the way as I lift your shirt higher. The night air is cool on your back, my hands warm as they move across your skin.
You raise your arms above your head, and I pull your shirt over your head, leaving it hanging between your arms as I move my hands back down, caressing your torso with my palms, rubbing your skin to keep it warm. The warmth spreads from your torso to the rest of you, and you feel a heat begin to grow in that part of your body which remains covered.
I pull your shirt from your arms and you lower them, then remove my shirt, running your nails up my back as you do so. You wrap your arms around me and pull me with you onto the bed.
You lie on your back, your arms over your head. I nibble at your lips, then down your chin, your neck, your chest. I lick at your nipples, feeling them tighten and harden beneath my tongue. I continue nibbling down your body, feeling your muscles tense as I near the border of your sweats.
I cross that border, staying outside the soft material. I nibble at the dim outline of what lies inside, an immeasurably small distance from my lips. Your legs spread as you draw your knees up on either side of me. My breath warms you through your sweats. You pull me up to face you, and we kiss, deep and long.
Your hand slides down and up my back, and I lean into the sensation, exposing my chest. Your other hand strokes me there, tracing a line from my neck downward. I feel an electric sensation run through my nerves as your hand crosses my belly.
You flex your fingers to lift the waistband of my sweats, then slide your hand inside. I go rigid as your fingers brush against against me, then relax as you rub and stroke.
You run your hand down the inside of my thigh, then scratch upward, snickering at my shivering intake of breath. Your hand moves back up my chest and behind my neck, pulling my face down to yours. We kiss again, knowing that we have plenty of time together.
You roll onto your side, facing me. We hold each other tightly, pressing our faces and bodies together. I reach up with one hand to rub the base of your neck, then trail two fingers in a peace sign down your back, bridging your spinal ridge.
Your arms tighten around me. You roll on top of me, then snake down my body, stopping at the edge of my sweats. You slowly pull the waistband down and lick across the flesh you’ve revealed. I arch my back, trying to get closer to your tongue, and you take the opportunity to pull my sweats past my hips. You move downward with them, alternately pulling them down between and outside my legs.
Starting at my feet, you kiss your way back up my legs. First outside on one, then inside, then outside on the other, moving slowly upward. You come to rest with your mouth between my legs, and pant for effect. I feel the pulses of air on my flesh, and answering pulses inside my body.
I look down my body at you. You meet my gaze, then lick your lips and smile. I shiver and lean back, waiting for contact, not knowing precisely when it will occur.
Your lips touch my inner thighs, left, then right, and I feel your tongue licking upward each time. I yearn to feel your touch between them. I do feel it. Your tongue moves in broad strokes, moistening my flesh. Then you firmly lick my most sensitive area, causing a quiet sigh to escape my lips.
You reach up and drag your nails down my sides, feeling my muscles tighten near your mouth. You continue to lick and nibble at my flesh, concentrating on areas that pleasure me slowly. I begin to lose my senses, lost in the pleasure you’re creating. I notice sensations all over my body, then realize that you are moving, covering my form with your own.
You rub your closed lips across mine, then open them, your tongue delving into my mouth as mine enters yours. My senses begin to return to me. I slide out from under you and sit up, leaving you lying on your front.
I straddle your shoulders, facing your feet. My hands massage your back firmly, moving toward your hips. I bend my body forward. You press against the bed as I bury my face between your legs, feeling the soft material of your sweats caressing my face. You feel my warm breath spreading through the fabric, heating your skin. I push myself up and begin to remove your last piece of clothing. You’re not cooperating. I reach under your body and tickle your abdomen, causing you to arch up, off the bed. I quickly push your sweats past your hips, down your legs, and over your feet, lying full on top of you until the aftershocks of the tickling have subsided.
I hold your ankles in place on the bed while licking at the backs of your knees, then your thighs. You shiver with anticipation, not knowing when or where my next kiss will land. I push myself back up along your body and plant a kiss on each buttock, then lick quickly along the cleft between.
You turn half over beneath me (as expected), causing me to fall to my side, facing you. I set my face between your legs and breathe in deeply through my nose, enjoying your rich scent. You feel the quick cooling there and reach out to grab my legs, holding them to your torso. I begin nibbling at your flesh, sliding my lower hand around your waist and using the other to hold your hips in place in front of me.
Your breathing quickens as I moisten my lips and slide them along your flesh. My tongue flicks in and out of my mouth, wetting and warming you. I begin to knead your buttocks while continuing to drag my mouth across your flesh.
As you become somewhat accustomed to the pleasurable sensations you are receiving, you realize your position. You push my legs apart and tickle my inner thigh. Feeling this, I lap at you with renewed enthusiasm.
You rest your face between my legs and moan contentedly, lips pressed to my flesh. The unexpected vibration causes me to pull you closer to me and swallow convulsively, creating a tight seal and drawing your flesh into my mouth. You bare your teeth and rake them along my thigh. I nip your skin gently, reminding you what teeth can do, when properly applied.
We settle into a rhythm together, each giving and receiving great pleasure. I feel what I’m doing reflected on myself, which prompts me to play even more enthusiastically. Your muscles stiffen as you near release, and you lean your head back, moving your hands on me as you concentrate on the sensations flowing through you.
I caress your moist flesh with my tongue, my fingers, the inside of my mouth, my nails, my lips, anything I can bring into contact with you. I drag my lips across your skin, opening my mouth wide to cover as much of you as possible, then closing it to nibble and nip.
Your breath, formerly held, escapes with your release. You pant while your body shakes convulsively. I slow my ministrations, kissing and caressing you carefully, lovingly.
As your hands continue to stroke me, I feel my own tensions building to a climax and hug your body tightly. Recovering, you replace your hands with your mouth, feverishly working your tongue and jaw, pressing them to my flesh. My right hand slides down your back to hold your head to me. My hips move against your face as you continue pleasuring me with your lips and tongue.
After a time, we both lie quietly, warm breath caressing each other where our mouths formerly played. My hands move lazily over your back and thighs, and I feel you kissing me lightly from time to time. I sit up and manage to arrange the covers over us. We look into each other’s eyes and smile, then kiss. We drape our arms over each other, hug tightly for a moment, then drift slowly off to sleep.
–the end–
anonymous author
