Alcimedes - House of Unfinished Stories

"Oh, baby, I didn't mean to wake you up, I'm sorry." You say.

I smile in return as you walk near and give me a hug. "When...?" I attempt to reason, my mind still foggy and half asleep.

Knowing my meaning, you answer save me the struggle.

"The airline had an earlier flight so I decided to take it. I knew it was going to come in late so I didn't want you bother you and took a cab home."

You give another squeeze and it feels good to have you in my arms again.

"Why don't you go on back to bed. I'm still wide awake, and hungry. I'll be in, in a little while, okay?" You ask, knowing the answer, giving me a peck on the cheek. Still groggy and half asleep, I follow orders like a tired child, turning as you guide my direction and slowly begin my walk back to our room. The bed, although missing you, is warm and inviting, and no sooner does my head hit the pillow than I am once again fast asleep.

Minutes, hours, who is to know... it seems as though a lifetime could have passed before consciousness stirs me again. But I soon realize that it is still deep into the night and the motions that have stirred me are those of you as you gently slide under the covers next to me. My mind smiles at the thought although my body still rests with the sensation, your soft skin sliding next to mine, seeking warmth. Your head finds my shoulder as you cuddle near, your hand sliding to my chest, softly resting for a moment. I am comforted once again as your fingers ever so gently swirl the soft locks of hair on my chest, and as your slow massage soothes, your warmth next to me relaxes, I am lulled once again by sleep. But as I hover between light and darkness, I can feel your hand slowly roaming, covering more of my skin, and it feels wonderful. Your soft lips find the skin of my shoulder and again I feel the comfort of you. You have me hypnotized, but not as you wish, for I am so comforted by your touch that I begin to drift off to sleep once more.

It would be once more that I would awaken this night, much as before by an almost imperceptible sound that ticks the brain, however this time infinitely more rewarding in it's vigilance. Not even opening my eyes, I let my mind draw the imagery as I feel your thigh next to mine, it's softness slowly lifting the sheets from us. Yes, you are still close, lying next to me, your skin still next to mine, but you are no longer circling my flesh to please... it is your own.

I hear a deep breath and I am drawn more awake, my senses coming slowly alive as I begin to fathom what beauty is happening. Your leg relaxes down once more along mine, but then is drawn up again, this time across my own, intertwining as you slowly spread your own. I hear another deep breath and a sigh as I feel your arms moving, gently massaging your own skin and I am beginning to feel my own stirrings of erotic temptation. But I do nothing, nothing to disturb this scene of beauty. There is angst and tension in your breath, a craving to release, and I feel ashamedly aroused by the notion.

A fantasy of sounds and imagery, my mind whirls with ever growing hunger as I feel every movement of your skin next to mine, and fight to hide my excitement as I piece together the images as I listen to the sounds of you pleasing yourself. Your breath, stuttered and deep, the delightful sounds of your wetness, the rhythmic bustling of your skin under the sheets... I find myself breathless along side you. I fight hard not to disturb you, not wanting to alert you to my knowing, but more importantly not wanting to interrupt such that is this; beauty pleasuring beauty. It is wrong of me, I know, but I cannot bring myself to halt what I now am finding so incredibly beautiful, and erotic.