There are many pleasures to sharing a bed with your lover. I love that sometimes I'll wake in the night and adjust myself, and Ninja will accomodate me and wrap his arms around me, hold me, snug up against me. I like to watch his face, and notice the light on his body, and how the blankets wrinkle around him. I enjoy feeling the hollows and bulges of our bodies and where our skin meets and separates.
Sometime during the night I was laying on my side and I felt his hand on my hip. He was pushing himself against me, and my body was already reacting. Tremors, trembling, heat. I don't know why, but being woken up for sex is one of my favourite things. Like, favourite favourite.
He rolled on top of me and did me good as I layed on my belly, 'til he whispered if I wanted to be on top. Ugh, forcing me to regain my body so as to reposition myself -- but, of course! We rolled over and some fun hip action brought his orgasm.
That was fun. There was something that I felt which I hadn't felt in a while. Just an extra inch of passion, I suppose it might have been.
That hickey he gave me is finally almost gone. It's an interesting souvenir, a mark of ownership and a memoir of togetherness.
Have a good Thanksgiving, y'all. Ninja will be coming over - snickered that we could have sex on the countertops because all of my roommates are gone. Of course that would be a bad idea (we have a mouse army) but there's that little part of me that would do just about everything, anywhere, any time.
But, really, I'm just a normal shy girl.
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