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In Darkness…

I lit a cigarette, the clove crackling and snapping as it caught. Taking a deep drag, I held the smoke in, rolling it in my mouth, savoring the sharp bite before exhaling slowly.

I looked over at her, sleeping so peacefully on the bed. I loved the way she looked… so calm, so adorable… so utterly fuckable, the way her long red hair fanned around her shoulders, a few wisps tracing their way across her breasts… A nipple peeking out through the crook of her arm, cradling her head… One smooth leg tossed over the covers, one buried underneath, the curve of her ass… so inviting.

I started to respond again as I watched her, and I chuckled at myself. It was hardly as if I hadn’t gotten enough of her tonight– three times if there had been one– but maybe it was that I never could get enough of her. She was unlike all the others I had ever been with before… so soft, so passionate… Stretching and feeling the hot lines across my back, I grinned… so utterly wanton and wild when she was approaching release.

According to stereotypes, I’m the one that should be sleeping now… but I’ve always found that sex makes me more alive and awake than before. After a session like that… hells, I’ll be up for hours now.

Taking another drag, I study her, delighting in the sight of her naked flesh. Her painted toenails… “Fuck Me Red”, I believe she called the color… the barest glimpse of her pussy hidden between her thighs…

Part of me wants to slide slowly into bed, trace my fingernails up and down her legs…. gently pull the hair away from her neck… breathe deeply of her sweet scent before nibbling on her shoulder and neck up to her ear…

Slide my legs against hers, feeling the heat of her body beating against mine… My hand curving around her stomach and down to her sex, lightly caressing it before I enter her… Rousing her partly out of her slumber as I move within her, and she responds, arching against me… Turning to kiss me with her eyes still closed…

On any other night, I would do just that. But tonight, awake, alert, and longing for her, I cannot. She has a plane to catch in the morning, off to another business meeting half the country away, and I…

I sit in the darkness, longing for what is so close to me, yet I dare not touch.

© 2004 by Aeryn Morgan. All rights reserved.

 

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