A Quiet Night

The air conditioner is running.
It's too warm for the sheet.
I kick it off and cold air rushes my warm, moist skin.
It comes to life and my sensitive peaks tighten.
I catch my lower lip with my teeth.
I gently bite and release.
A sweet bead of sweat glides down my neck.
My fingers stop it's journey, redirecting it.
Lightly grazing across my chest and down between my ample breasts.
The soft skin of my wrist brushes the puckered flesh, teasing it.
My back arches and a gasp escapes my lips.
I close my eyes and my head rolls back.
My palm moves, cupping the tight skin.
It's twin is found and my fingers lightly pull at it's tip.
I shift my hips as my mind tells me I'm no longer alone.
He is above me.
It's his hands caressing.
His mouth softly sucking.
His teeth nipping and biting.
Fingers slide down my body and find my core.
They press against it's heat as if holding it in.
My hips rise, aching to be closer.
My lips are parted, a finger probing.
My wetness inviting deeper exploration.
I spread my legs offering access to the most sensitive parts of myself.
A silent prayer works in my head.
A prayer that he'll fill me.
That I'll feel him inside.
I'm opened and entered... my prayer answered.
Slow movements stroke my inner walls with delicious friction.
My tiny bead swells, begging to be touched.
It emanates heat and the scent of my arousal fills the air.
I thrust my hips, lifting and rolling them until that need is fulfilled.
Moaning, begging that this feeling never subside.
My fingers whirling inside, my moist desire audible.
Dewy wetness covers my hand and trails down to the sheet beneath me.
Sparks of white, hot light flash behind my closed eyes.
My breath catches in my throat as my body stiffens.
Ecstasy, a tidal wave of pleasure, washes over me.
Exhausting me.
My breath and pulse begin to slow as I roll to my side.
I clutch my pillow drifting away, the feeling of him still fresh in my mind