The apartment was quiet when I let myself in, the only light spilling from the hallway lamp I always left on for her. It was past midnight, and the city hummed faintly beyond the windows, but inside our bedroom the air felt thick with sleep. I stood in the doorway for a long moment, letting my eyes adjust. There she was, sprawled across the sheets exactly as the message on my phone had promised: completely naked, one arm flung above her head, the other resting on her stomach. Her dark hair fanned across the pillow, and the soft rise and fall of her breasts caught the dim glow from the streetlight outside.
I didnt turn on the lamp. I wanted to watch her like this, unobserved, the way a secret feels when its still yours alone. Her skin looked smooth and warm in the half-light, the curve of her hip casting a gentle shadow across the mattress. Her legs were parted just enough that I could see the neat line of her sex, already slightly parted in sleep. I felt my cock stir inside my jeans, heavy and insistent, but I stayed still, letting the sight build.
She shifted slightly, a small unconscious movement that made one breast sway. The nipple tightened as cool air touched it. I stepped closer, shoes silent on the rug, and began to undress without looking away from her. Shirt first, then belt, the soft clink of the buckle the only sound. My cock sprang free when I pushed my jeans down, already half-hard from the simple fact of her lying there waiting for me like this.
I climbed onto the bed slowly, the mattress dipping under my weight. She didnt wake. I settled on my knees between her open legs, close enough now to smell the faint scent of her skinsoap and warmth and the faint musk that was only hers. My hand hovered above her thigh before I let my fingertips brush the inside of it, feather-light. She sighed in her sleep, hips tilting just a fraction.
I leaned down and pressed my mouth to the soft skin just below her navel, tasting salt and sleep. My tongue traced a slow line upward until I reached the underside of one breast. I licked there too, slow and wet, then closed my lips around the nipple and sucked gently. It hardened instantly against my tongue. Her breathing changed, becoming shallower, but her eyes stayed closed.
My hand moved lower. I cupped her mound, feeling the heat radiating from her. Two fingers slid between her lips, parting them. She was already slick, the folds soft and swollen from sleep or perhaps from the thought of me finding her this way. I stroked her slowly, circling her clit with the pad of my middle finger, feeling it swell under my touch. A quiet sound escaped her throat, half moan, half sigh.
I lowered myself further, shoulders between her thighs, and replaced my fingers with my mouth. The first taste of her made my cock twitch against the sheets. I licked her in long, deliberate strokes, flattening my tongue to cover as much of her as possible, then focusing on the tight bud of her clit. Her hips lifted in unconscious response. I slid two fingers inside her, curling them upward, and felt the inner walls clench around them even though she still hadnt opened her eyes.
She was getting wetter. I could hear the soft, wet sound my fingers made as they moved in and out of her. I sucked her clit between my lips and flicked it with the tip of my tongue, steady and relentless. Her thighs trembled. A low, broken moan finally left her, and her hand found my hair, fingers tightening.
Baby The word was sleepy, thick. Her eyes fluttered open, dark and unfocused. She looked down at me between her legs and her mouth curved in a lazy, aroused smile. Youre home.
I didnt answer with words. I pushed my fingers deeper, scissoring them, and sucked harder on her clit. Her back arched off the bed. One of her hands gripped the sheet while the other stayed in my hair, guiding me without force. I could feel her getting closethe way her inner muscles fluttered, the way her breathing turned into short gasps.
When she came, it was quiet but intense, her thighs closing around my head, her cunt pulsing around my fingers. I kept licking her through it, gentler now, until the tremors eased. Then I crawled up her body, my cock dragging along her thigh, leaving a wet trail.
She reached down and wrapped her hand around me, stroking slowly from base to tip, thumb smearing the bead of pre-cum. Youve been thinking about this, she murmured, voice still rough with sleep.
Since your text, I admitted, voice low. I positioned myself at her entrance and pushed in with one smooth thrust. She was hot and tight and slick, taking me easily. We both groaned. I stayed deep for a moment, forehead pressed to hers, breathing her in.
Then I started to move. Slow, deep strokes at first, letting her feel every inch. Her legs wrapped around my waist, heels pressing into my lower back. The wet sound of our bodies meeting filled the room. I braced on one forearm and used the other hand to cup her breast, thumb brushing the nipple in time with my thrusts.
Her second orgasm built faster. She met me stroke for stroke, hips rolling up to take me deeper. When she came again, she bit my shoulder, muffling her cry against my skin. The rhythmic squeeze of her cunt around my cock pushed me over the edge. I buried myself to the hilt and came hard, pulsing inside her, filling her with thick, hot spurts.
Afterward I stayed inside her, both of us catching our breath. She stroked my back with lazy fingers, eyes half-closed again but awake now, present. I kissed the corner of her mouth, then her jaw, then the soft spot beneath her ear.
Next time, she whispered, wake me up sooner.
I smiled against her neck, already feeling myself soften inside her warmth. Outside, the city kept humming, but in here the only sound was our breathing and the faint, wet click when I finally pulled out and rolled to my side, pulling her against me. Her naked body fit perfectly against mine, skin to skin, the way it always did when the night was ours and the rest of the world could wait.
