Spoons

You lay in bed, facing away from me in the dark. Smiling at the black room, eyes closed, snuggling backwards into me. My hand moved from your neck over your shoulder, exposed from the sheet where my movements have uncovered you. My fingers brush lightly over your body, tracing a path down to the curve of your waist.

You feign sleep, but we both know you are not there yet. Just part of the play; the embrace, the taking. The dark acting as a blindfold to us both so we rely on our other heightened senses. My fingertips gently dancing over your waist and hips, so softly yet so intensely.

Shuffling myself closer behind you, you feel just how aroused I am. My hard cock presses against you at the base of your spine, against your bottom. You swear you can almost feel me smile behind you in the darkness.

You are exhausted, too tired to even talk, to ask questions. You put your fate in my hands. My hands exploring your body, reacting to all those little signs of your growing arousal. The slight arch of your back. Your legs stretching and parting slightly to invite me in. Your face turning to nuzzle against mine as I kiss up my shoulder, neck and jawline. My fingers move lower, down your thigh and between your legs. The wetness that has begun to pool there giving the green light for more.

My hand moves to your hip again, repositioning you properly on your side. Fingertips still wet from exploring your lips, I push them between your legs from behind and locates your folds once again. You know what’s coming now.

Moving closer still, our bodies flush together, I grab my ready cock with the hand that’s been underneath and my other hand comes up to hold your throat. You feel like an animal, such a primal way to be taken. Unable to move even if you wanted to – and definitely not wanting to – I push just the head of my cock against you.

Words growled close to your ear, “My naughty girl…”

I slide my cock deep inside. The initial wave of surrender passes and you find some strength, enough to push back. My arms tighten around you. We toy with this game of challenge and release until my arousal peaks and I can’t resist any longer. Eventually our rocking diminishes, our breathing returns to normal.

Somewhat unnecessarily we tell each other I love you. You know I love you. I know you love me.

We sleep that way, not even caring that it’s too hot. There’s no bolting to the bathroom to wash, no sensible precautions against the wet spot. Just two tired, familiar lovers cocooned in spoons in the dark.