Second Night

A take of wanting love

Second Night:

I sit quietly on the edge of the bottom of your bed; a small dim light is all that lights the room. I sit watching you sleep, as I have done for several nights, your gorgeous hair is all I can see above the bed clothes, and you sleep soundly, oblivious to my presence. The room filled with my favourite fragrance…the fragrance of you.

I had hoped to catch you awake on these secret visits in the dark of night, but again I had timed it wrong. I want to be with you, to hold you, to touch you, to caress you in every way possible, yet I do not wish to disturb your serenity.

You move slightly, I stand and remove my clothes, and when naked I lean over and slowly slip the covers aside. Gently, careful not to disturb you, I slide in next to you and replace the covers. I am close to you, so close but not touching you with my body.

I lean on one forearm, looking down at your sweet sleeping face; those gorgeous eyes closed withholding their usual sparkle.  I lean down and brush my lips on your cheek; the smell of you invades my nostrils, sending signals to my groin, signals that harden my manhood instantly.

My libido yearns to ravish you, to take you in my arms and slam into you with everything I am. My manhood cries out for the warmth and wetness that only you can provide, yet I somehow manage to control this primal desire. I gently, softly touch my lips to yours…the need to embrace you and push my tongue between your lips and taste you is great, but I know I must hold back.

You have been unwell, and so I must dismiss this urgent lustful need to make love to you, to become joined as one in orgasmic pleasure, to experience the ultimate intimacy, to take you body and soul to the heights of sexual desire. And so to sedate my animalistic desire I content myself with stroking your gorgeous hair, running my fingers through your natural curly locks, curls that frame your beauty perfectly.

I stay like this for who knows how long, the silence of the bedroom only broken by the constant tick-tock of the bedside clock. You stir and turn without waking, my arm lips under your head and around your shoulder.

You head now lays on my chest, I feel the warmth of your breath, your arm lies across my waist. I watch your head rise and lower with each breath I take. Your leg has now wrapped over mine as you snuggle in close. I manhood is up and pressing firmly against my stomach, while at the same time against your leg. Oh to slip down and enter you would be so wonderful…the temptation is overwhelming as my manhood throbs.

Your leg shifts slights releasing the pressure on my manhood, I sigh…not a sigh of displeasure but a sigh of relief, for if you had remained there I would not have been able to control it much longer. I hug you close, my hand resting on your shoulder, my fingers tickling you softly.  For another hour we say like this, me loving the way your hair feels against my chest and your warm breath rushing over me.

My last thoughts as I drift off to sleep… maybe in the morning…one of these days I’ll get home early!

Reviews

[Sara Muschweck]

Your story was like reading a love letter. The emotions so strong, your patience, wanting, desire. You have such a tender way with your writing. A great write, thank you for sharing.

[Cole Goodwin]

I think I need a moment...LOL. You did a great job of expressing desire, need and love. Wonderful. Thanks for sharing.