We fell asleep in each others' arms, emotionally drained from the day we'd had. The intimate contact comforted us both as we snuggled soundly in dreamland.
What seemed like hours passed and then I groggily felt my Adonis reach around me to spoon me closer. He reached up and began rolling my nipples between his thick fingers; pausing at just the right moment before the pressure became uncomfortable. I groaned a little and snuggled harder back against his chest. I gasped when I felt his searching hand trail down my torso, to the inside of my thigh, and up to my panties. His fingers greedily pulled them aside and started dipping into my natural wetness. I could smell the sleep still on us both as my body heated in response to his touch. He must've been awake for a few minutes before he reached out to me because I rolled over to run my hands down his body and felt his boxers pulled down low over his ass and below his firm cock. His balls were soft in my hand in that sleepy-soft way our skin gets at night.
Adonis has a tendency to be a bit of a sleep-groper, which is amazingly flattering in my humble opinion; reaching over to grab flesh hungrily though he is still in that sleepy place between dreamland and being fully awake. Normally I just kiss him and gently nudge him away, returning to the deep slumber he pulled me from. For some reason, this time I felt up for something different.
The roughness of his touch was lovely. I felt rested and thought it must be the wee hours of the morning, probably with enough time for us to enjoy our playtime before I had to get up for the day. After brief fondling, I wasn't quite as awake as him as he tried to angle my body to push into me from behind. By the way he fumbled around for the sweet spot I could tell that he was a bit drowsy too. I still couldn't discern if he was awake or in that twilight stage just before.
I pulled off the panties he'd only lowered to my mid-thigh and turned towards him. "Come here," I whispered softly as I rolled onto my back and parted my legs. I knew I couldn't pull up the energy it took to angle myself just right for the big O to hit, so I gave into the pleasure I could get from him finishing satisfyingly in me. I grabbed the bed sheet with each hand and created a sling over his ass that I pulled hard against him as he thrust into me. I whispered in his ear "cum for me, baby." His breathing shallowed and became more labored as he got closer and closer and I heard his grunt as he reached climax, feeling his hot stream pulsing into me.
I kissed him gently, wary of my morning breath, and felt quite content letting him lay down next to me for a bit. But only for a bit. The wetness still pooled between my lips and the tingling sensation of his pulsing orgasm lingered just inside my cunt. I tried to push it out of my mind thinking how late it must be and how I'd like to catch a bit more sleep before the alarm went off. I chanced a glance at the time on my cell phone and was ecstatic to see that it was just around midnight.
I would get mine too - and still have plenty of time to catch up on sleep before 6:00 am came.
Laying quietly, I allowed him to fall asleep again. When I heard his light snoring I stealthily moved closer to him as I fingered myself, bringing forth the swelling I knew would get me sufficiently close to orgasm so I could be quick about it and return to dreamland satisfied.
He felt me and awoke. He pulled me into the cucoon of blankets he'd created for himself and I whispered, "my turn," to him. He groggily nodded and I threw my leg over him under the covers to mount him. I wasted no time starting to rock just the right way I knew would satisfy me. I felt my nipples rubbing on my soft blank tanktop, which I hadn't bothered to remove, and lost myself in the moment. He came alive under me, aiding me with a thrust of his hips in time with mine - grabbing my supple hips and ass to move me against him in just the right motion and rythm. I mentally celebrated as the lubricated friction did just as I needed it to.
I felt my orgasm blossom and drench both of our tummies and, I imagined, drip down his balls to his ass and create a wet spot in the bed. I rode out the little aftershocks and then felt my energy drop. Kissing him gently, I rolled off him, got a towel for us to clean up with, and bid him sweet dreams. As I heard him drift back into a light snore, I opened up my overnight emails to read myself back to sleep... checked a few blogs on my google reader and finally drifted off.
What a lovely midnight encounter.
