I just woke from a dream so vivid that I rolled over expecting you to be there. And it brought to mind without warning a frequent occurance I'd had many nights before and years ago...
Laying next to you and running my hands over your sweat soaked chest, trailing my fingers across the surface of your skin while you sleep on, oblivious. Then my breath would follow my fingertips, cooling you enough that little shivers ripple beneath. Inevitably, from force of habit, my hand trails lower, wraps around you, strokes and cups, get you hard. Still you sleep. So to amuse myself and because I can't resist, I slide down in our bed, until I can catch your scent, kiss your flesh, and fill my mouth with you. I hear you moan and smile around you. I feel your hand in my hair, trailing down my back and I know you're still in that in between place of dreams and awareness. Content where I am with my head on your thigh, I run my tongue across the place that you like best and feel your hand tighten on my shoulder, then your other hand moves onto my left shoulder and you pull me up, until I slide up your body and you sink into me. You lock my legs flush along yours and hold me to you. I can feel myself clench around you and feel you throb inside me and hear you telling me to come for you.
The next thing I know, the clock's showing three hours past what it was when I last checked, we're sideways across our bed, both breathing hard, throats parched, and you're back to being sweaty again. So, I run my hands over your sweat soaked chest, trailing my fingers across the surface of your skin...
