Sometimes I come over to Oscar’s place and I’m too tired to do anything but curl up on the sofa with a cup of tea, and all we do is watch silly TV programs and eat chicken nuggets then go to sleep. This time, I found myself in a sweet, sugarcookie filled dream only to be woken up and ravished by Oscar who simply couldn’t wait!
Everything around me feels really warm, the warm snuggly feeling you get when you first wake up in bed. I’m naked, my limbs feel heavy and my eyelids feel too heavy to open. There’s a weird sensation on my chest though, and after thinking about it for a moment I realise my lover, Oscar, is suckling on my nipples. I don’t know how long he’s been doing this for, but as soon as i recognise the sensation, it amplifies by about 100. I stay still and keep my eyes closed though because I don’t want him to know I’ve woken up.
He takes one breast into his mouth, tonging the buds of my nipple until it’s peaking up, straining for more attention. He takes it gently between his teeth and pulls at it, sending a bolt of electricity through me. Suddenly the feeling is calm and I can only feel the cold air on my wet breast, before I feel him descending onto the other breast. I could open my eyes, but there’s something thrilling about not being able to see what he’s going to do next. I try very hard to keep my breathing even. I want to know what he does to me, thinking I’m still asleep. It’s a fantasy for both of us.
From what I can tell, he has his arms positioned on either side of me, caging me. I can tell he’s being careful not to touch me unnecessarily, and careful of his movements so as not to move the bed too much or jolt me awake. His breathing is low and steady, but his body is radiating heat. It’s almost like I can feel his weight above me. It’s exciting, I want him to do more, I want him to do something, I want to open my eyes and smile at him and wrap my arms around his neck and urge him on. Instead, I try to stay still, stop my back from arching towards him.
He slides a little down the bed, careful not to nudge me. I feel slight kisses placed down my belly, on my thighs and down my legs. His fingers are ever so slightly caressing my nipples, or running lightly across my skin. I’m insanely turned on by this point. I feel like it’s been an eternity and I want more, I want to whisper to him I want more. But at the same time I’m also loving the feeling not being in control of what happens. I like knowing that he’s doing everything without me knowing. It feels like he’s doing it for himself, rather than me and I’m enjoying the selfishness of it.
I feel a kiss on my cheek and it’s sweet and tender. His arms are either side of my face, his weight leaning on them as he hovers above me. I feel the tip of his penis slide against me, the intake of his breath next to my ear as he realises how wet I am. He just rubs himself against me for a moment, driving me insane. I want to reach down, pull him into me, but I don’t and it’s almost as if the self discipline and self control I have to muster is heightening the experience. Good things come to those that wait!
Finally, I feel him entering me. Slowly. Gently. I feel as my body is filled up with him, the heat of it penetrating my body, the shocks and tingles that shoot all over me, the overwhelming sensation. It takes control I didn’t realise I have to not cry out in pleasure. He feels amazing. I can smell the heat of our bodies merging, the sound as he oh so gentle starts fucking me. It’s like a slow, brilliant, wonderful torture. I want it to go on forever. I want to climax now. I don’t know what I want, so I’m going to let him do all the deciding and go along for the ride.
He starts pumping a little faster, and I can tell he’s trying to exert control, careful movements over me. His head is nestled on my shoulder and I can hear faint panting. His hands are in my hair, holding me, steadying himself. My body rocks along with his to the wonderful assault of senses and sensations. Then, he leans up on his hands, pulls out slightly and I feel him tensing up. My body is tingling and I’m excited, waiting for something but I’m not sure what. He slams back, pushing my entire body up the bed, making the bed creak and I let out the smallest of gasps. He repeats this hard, rough motion and there are lights dancing in front of my closed eyes, my body is on fire, and every thrust sends me spiralling away.
I don’t think I can last. I think my body is going to fall apart, our breaths are heavy and panting and there’s no chance he doesn’t know I’m awake right now. I think the entire neighbourhood probably knows I’m awake by now. My body is on the edge and I feel him tensing up above me as well. I want so desperately to hold onto him, and climax together, but I also want to stay in character until the end. I feel him stiffen up above me, and then a hot sensation shoots up inside me. His moans are audible against the side of my face as he pulls me in close and for a moment we just lay there holding each other, our bodies too tired to do anything else.