STORY 002
What if we woke up together?
What if— instead of getting up, getting coffee, getting dressed, going out, coming home
only to come home, strip down, and lay back in bed—
We just skipped all that?
Could we lay here all day? Could I roll over and let my eyes wander up the hills of these bed sheets built by your body curving so perfectly underneath?
I'm a fan of the way the sunlight peaks in through the windows.
I love the way it lands on your skin and subtly kisses your shoulders.
I want to kiss you there.
…
I catch your smile back at me, and it makes me smile because I know what's on your mind.
I'll lean in.
And let my lips land on your sun-kissed skin.
Lay back as I lean in closer.
Our bodies move in sync as you turn and I climb.
Never letting my lips leave your body, I crawl on top of you and catch your body falling underneath me.
It doesn't take any effort at all to slip my hips between your legs.
I love the way your hands reach for me.
I love the way your fingertips glide on each and every curve of muscle on my back.
Lay back. Sink deeper into the bed as my lips move from your shoulders
to your neck
and on your chest.
…
Our clothes are still on the floor from last night.
…No worries.
Underneath these sheets, we keep each other warm.
Lay back for me.
Sink deeper into the bed as my lips softly dance on every inch of your skin.
Feel me now— softly.
My lips between your breasts— as my hand, with its whole palm pressing into you, with every fingertip sprawled out on you— sliding up your waist.
under your breast
resting this perfect grip—
your breast cupped so perfectly in my hand.
My lips and tongue keep the same soft whisper as it follows my guiding hand.
You feel my breath against your skin.
…
You—
Feel my grip
gripped a little tighter.
I—
Hear you moan
as your body begins to shift underneath me.
Like you're uncontrollably begging to have my mouth on your nipples. And yet,
I—
Enjoy this tease.
But you struggle to keep it together.
…
I feel you shifting underneath me. Twisting your body as I keep playing like it’s a game I need to win. Without waiting another moment, you begin to feel my hands slide up, slipping under your arms, stretching them out above your head. I can feel you getting impatient as my hands press your arms into the bed. I can hear each breath that slips past your lips as you exhale with such instinctive moans of pleasure. With this rhythm, this subtle control, I pin you beneath me.
I hold you there while I sit up.
I keep you, underneath me, under my control, as I smile
and sink back down
landing my lips on your nipples and finally
giving in
and
giving you
everything you’ve been begging for.
You're kept outstretched, with my hands gripped on your waist and my body resting against yours as my lips and tongue taste your nipples that have teased me as much as I’ve teased you. Like you're the first meal I've had in a year, I take and enjoy, every tiny little bit of you. Needing more, I let one hand slip down. I keep my grip as I do.
You’re either not strong enough or unwilling to fight me as I shift one hand down and keep the other tied to your wrists.
I slide my hand down further until it’s gripped, cupped, squeezing your breast to press your adorable nipples even deeper into my lips, letting my tongue lick, press, take, and taste back into you and have all that I can bare.
It's a work in progress, but I'll be working on some audio versions, pre-releases, and a space for my drafted stories that are not ready to publish. You can also comment on stories-- I'm no stranger to request.
