A Sleep-less Night

An Erotic Flash

Sleep eludes me. I toss and turn, but a comfortable position can’t be found. I watch you for a minute, then two. The streetlamp outside our window shines vibrantly through the partially parted curtains. Enough to display your hills and valleys, the trail that guides me from sternum to hips.

I contemplate how your chest rises and falls, how your eyes flutter as you dream. You look carefree in your slumber; the lines from years of living melted away, the place where your dimples hollow when you smile flat and even. I brush my fingertips over your lips, caress their silky softness as tiny wisps of exhaled air wash over them, soft as butterfly wings.

Your pulse jumps where ear meets throat. My fingers rebound under the force of each rhythmic beat. I caress your jaw where your five o’clock shadow rasps softly. I follow the bristly hairs, over your chest, down your toned abdomen, until I discover your slackened cock. Soft in sleep, it stirs as I grasp it, stroke my thumb over the head, past the tight skin that connects glans to shaft. It rises slowly, hardening under my touch. And yet, you sleep on.

I lick you lightly, run my tongue from bottom to top. A slight jump and steady swelling brings you to full glory. Gently, I slip you between my lips, the warmth of my mouth inducing a muffled, sleepy moan. Your hips raise, your eyelids flutter. A sigh whispers. Yet you remain sound asleep. I persist in undulating you with mouth and tongue, slide my hands over your erection, relishing in the satiny flesh that confines your steel rod.

A slight shuffling of linen alerts me to your arousal, a sharp thrust informs me of your need. Swallowing your length, I smile as you grasp a handful of my hair. A tug sets the pace. And you take what I offer, give what I want to take.

You increase the tempo, groans becoming grunts. With a subtle shift, and an audible pop, my mouth empties, and suddenly you’re on top. You pin my arms above me, your knees separate my thighs, and I whimper wantonly as you slide hot and heavy inside. Your quickening breath warms my cheek. I release a satisfied sigh as you thrust in deep. Our hips meet in a cacophony of flesh striking flesh.

The echoes of laboured breath and throaty moans fill the surrounding void. Proclaiming our lust, our love, our greed. Whimpers and whispers unite, combine, collide.

Blissfully, a whirlwind of rapture swells, then retreats, like waves on the open sea.

Stars blink outside the open window and contented, I close my eyes as I’m overtaken by sleep.