Sleep Sex

In the quiet of the night, I pretend to sleep,
He knows my little secret, and I know he knows too,
But I lie there motionless, breathing softly, trying not to peep.

I love when he joins me, slipping under the covers, so close,
Feeling his warmth, his naked body against mine,
His manhood growing firm, from flaccid to a rigid pose.

But most of all, I love his hands, gentle and tender,
Starting with soft caresses, turning into playful squeezes,
Exploring my curves, my nipples he does render.

As he tries not to wake me, his touch becomes bolder,
Needing to feel my skin, my hips, so delicate and fine,
Just wanting to touch me, his desire growing colder.

My breaths steady, I pretend to stay in deep slumber,
Counting the movements, the sounds, with careful measure,
Keeping up the act, so my fake sleep won't have a blunder.

His hands wander freely, growing rough in their play,
Knowing what I long for, he sighs with lust, so free,
Pressing his manhood firmly against my rear without delay.

Grinding and pushing, he satisfies his burning need,
Then he pulls away, gripping himself, ready for more,
His touches growing urgent, starting to proceed.

His hand explores my body, with every touch and stroke,
Stroking, grabbing, pushing fabric deep into my core,
He licks his fingers, wanting to enhance the evoke.

Gripping his manhood with one hand, rubbing his shaft firmly,
His other hand on me, setting my senses aflame,
An orgasm building, a desire burning fiercely.

I shift just slightly, as if stirring from my sleep,
In that moment, he flips me over, eager and wild,
His hands greedy, pawing at my breasts so deep.

Still lying quietly, my craving growing stronger,
Suppressing the urge to wake up, to give in to temptation,
I want to please him, but staying still a little longer.

I hear his quickened breaths, his gasps of pleasure and need,
His movements growing faster, rubbing himself with force,
Sucking on my nipple, like it's the only thing to feed.

In one swift motion, he kneels up, still gripping me tight,
With a pinch, he leans over to release his load,
Covering my body, my face, like stars shining in the night.

Rubbing it in, cooling on my skin, he lays down beside,
And as I lie there, aroused and longing for release,
It takes me hours to sleep, my desires cannot hide.