Midnight Spooning

I wake slowly as the bed shifts and you climb in assuming the big spoon position, slipping your right arm under your pillow. The cool air seeps under the comforter as you pull the blankets back over us, resting your left arm on your hip. The chill kisses my body and goosebumps dimple my skin. I breathe "Babe" and shiver causing you to press closer to me.

"Sorry," you whisper as you kiss the left side of my neck in a familiar way I love.

"S'ok," I mumble. Our temperatures equalize as my body gives up the warmth yours collects. Your leg slips between mine, a cold foot brushes against mine causing my diminishing goosebumps to plumpen. I inhale quickly as my nipples harden from the icy burst shocking my body. "Dude," I grumble, "not nice." Your soft laugh tickles my ear as I feel your arm moving. "Don't even THINK about it," I hiss sensing your cold hand sliding toward my breasts.

Capturing it in mine, I say, "Warm up first." I hold your hand, rubbing your fingers, massaging your palm. You snuggle closer, resting your chin against my head. Your leg slips further between mine, your knee hitches up bringing your thigh to a resting position just below my pussy. I can feel the warmth from your leg and no doubt you can feel the wet warmth of my core. I lock my ankles around yours, fusing our bodies. I bring your hand to my lips and nibble your fingers while I lightly caress your forearm with my other hand.

"Mmmmm," you sigh as your body fully relaxes into mine. It feels good lying here together in the quiet. Listening to your breathing even out, feeling your chest inhale and exhale against my back, I focus on sensing the connection points between our bodies. I tug your arm toward me pressing your palm to the top of my chest at the base of my neck. Laying my hand over yours, I breathe deeply. Our hands rising and falling together. Your front pressed to my back, our hands on my chest, your leg clamped between mine. Silence. Breathing. Feeling. My temperature rises. Nipples harden more, ignited by the vibrations rumbling through my body. I exhale a long slow breath and turn deeper toward the bed, tucking your arm snuggly around my breasts.

Returning to sleep is difficult once I'm awake. I focus at the top of my head, realizing it's almost touching the bottom of your chin. If I concentrate enough, I can feel your chin's warmth. Mentally assessing my body working my way down is an exercise in steady torture. My back against your chest, feeling us breathe together. My ample ass tucked up against your semi-erect cock, your knee between my thighs. I squeeze my ass a few times making your cock dance against me. Suddenly you inhale, tighten your arm around me, growl and hitch your knee even higher to rest fully against my pussy. My body shakes with silent laughter and I resume my body inventory with your thigh in direct contact with my pussy.

Skin to skin. Already damp. Under warm blankets. An increasingly overheated me. I turn my body back towards you and bring my other arm to slowly stroke my breasts. Scraping my nails over my nipples, pinching firmly and releasing slowly. You nudge my head sideways allowing you to press your tongue to the base of my ear. Sliding my hand to cover yours, we squeeze my breasts softly, rhythmically. My hand drifts back and forth from one breast to the other, teasing my aching nipples with the palm of my hand and coming back to caress and squeeze with your hands.

Wetness soaks the contact point between our bodies. I move my hips a little and your thigh slides warmly against me. I slide slowly back and forth along your thigh, drenching it. Breathing. Feeling. I adjust my hips causing more of my pussy to rest on your thigh. I slip my hand between us to feel my wetness. As my hand slides through my folds, I graze my clit and my body clenches. You inhale, pressing your cock into my body, release your breath and relax. My fingers are soaked as I slide them alongside my clit, applying pressure, friction and movement.

Reaching up I slide your hand from my breasts and move it to my pussy. Turning my hips a little, I run your hand, fingers to wrist, through my wetness, soaking your skin. Then I put my hand over yours, and slide your middle finger down and over, barely touching my skin. I press your finger against my pussy and hold it there firmly. Slowly I press down until my folds are covering our fingers. Dragging our hands up, pulling your finger through my sopping, wet center and around my clit, back down the center to pause and press. I continue this pattern for a while, adjusting the pressure and speed. My pussy is dripping, our slick fingers are surrounding my clit squeezing and sliding with firm pressure. The slow pace is exquisitely fueling a controlled burn. I pull my hip up on the next downward slide and push the tip of your finger inside me. Clenching my thighs, I hold your hand there for a moment, grind on your palm, release and slide my pussy against your fingers again, grazing the sides of my clit. With each repetition, my hips move your fingers deeper inside me. Your breath is more strained and your exhales are louder.

You bite my shoulder. I move my hand away from yours to grab and squeeze your thigh. Your arm starts to change the speed and I say, "Don't. Just hold your arm still. I'll control the speed, you give me the friction." You softly press my clit in agreement and steady your arm. Riding your fingers hard, soft, fast, slow, light slide, hard slide, squeezing my thighs to stave off orgasm and then getting right back to the edge. Your cock is fully erect now, pressing against my ass, searing hot fluid on my skin.

Frenzied in the moment, I barely hear you say, "Woman. Finish." My instinct is always to defy, so I slow down for long seconds and then speed up again. Your teeth pull on my earlobe, your tongue traces my ear, your beard tickles me but it's your next word that sends me over the edge. "NOW," you command. I don't know if it's your mouth vibrating my ear, your beard tickling my skin or the motherfucking raw need I heard in that "NOW" that results in not so much a spontaneous orgasm as much as an instantaneous one. My legs stiffen, thighs clench together holding your hand immoble while my body starts spasming. One jolt....back arches and breath catches. Second jolt...breath releases, moan escapes. Third jolt...abs tighten, legs spasm making your fingers pulse against my clit, my hips move faster. Fourth jolt...You bite my neck and pinch my nipple. Fifth jolt....Orgasm.

Floating back to my body, my hips are still riding your fingers as afterjolts pepper my body. I'm laying on my back across your chest and you've brought your other arm around to wrap around me while we settle our movements. Pulling your warm, wet fingers from my body you walk them to my mouth. Pushing your fingers inside my mouth, I suck them gently. Pulling your fingers away, you slide me on my back and roll to cover me. I smile as your mouth touches mine and we kiss, nibble and lick.

"Babe?" I whisper.

"Yeah?"

"You hungry?"

You lean back, propping yourself on your elbow, and ask quizzically. "What?"

"Are." I kiss your mouth hard. "You." I suck your lower lip into my mouth and bite down and soothe the sting with my tongue. "Hungry?" Winking, I slide my index finger down your forehead, nose, tickle your beard, trail down your chin and chest. Your eyes follow it across to my chest, when I circle my nipple, slide down my stomach, and rest my palm on my mound. Bending my knees and planting my feet on the bed, I open my legs wide, "Because, I made you breakfast in bed."