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Subject: {ASSM} <*> "Pillowtalk" by artie (MF)
Date: Sun, 19 Nov 2000 21:10:05 -0500
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Pillowtalk

(C) Copyright 2000 by artie@netgate.net

This work may not be reposted or redistributed without the prior
express written permission of the author.

A work of fiction, meant for adults. Read something else if you are
not an adult, or are offended by stories with sexual content. Then
again, if all you're looking for is in-out, in-out, in-out, you
should probably read something else. I welcome constructive comments.
Enjoy.

(Thanks to Denny for the editing help and suggestions.)

	They snuggled together in bed on a lazy Saturday morning.
The sound of light rain outside made the coziness more inviting.
They lay nestled together spoon fashion, with him pressing against
her back.

	"You are so warm," she said softly.

	"Mmmm," he murmured, kissing her soft hair.

	"I need to roll over," she said, starting to move.

	He moved to his back, and she snuggled up to his side,
letting his arm pull her closer, draping one leg over him.

	"Keep me warm," she said, nestling in again.

	He held her closer.

	A few minutes later, he let out a big sigh.

	"What was that about?" she asked, holding him a little
closer.  She felt him take a deep breath.  When he didn't answer, she
asked again, "Want to tell me about it?"  She felt him shake a
little, almost like a stifled laugh.

	"I was just wondering..." he said softly, touching her gently.

	"About what, sweetie?"

	He ran fingers softly up her arm, to her shoulder and neck,
to her hair.  She purred in delight.

	"...about what it feels like," he said.

	"About what feels like?" she asked.

	He laughed softly.  "About what it feels like to you, to be you."

	She laughed soft and low, moving her hand across his chest.
"It feels nice, especially when I'm in your arms."  She started
moving her hand lower, to his belly.  "And I think it's going to get
nicer."

	To her surprise, he stopped her hand from moving lower.

	"No, really....  I've wondered what it's like.  Our bodies
are so different," he said.

	"Oh, I agree," she growled, trying to move her hand lower,
but he held her, gently.

	He sighed.  "No, I'm serious.  We're so different.  And you
do so much for me.  I wonder what it's like for you sometimes, if I
do enough for you."

	She raised her head off his chest a bit, surprised at his
seriousness.  "Do you like what I do for you?" she asked.

	He sighed again, putting a hand on her head and holding her
to his chest again.  "God yes.  I love what you do to me."  He sighed
again.  "Remember those first few months, making love, before we were
married?"

	She nodded, snuggling into him again, wondering where this
was going.  "Yes..."

	"You used to run your hands along the inside of my thighs, or
my hips.  I'd twitch and tell you to stop."

	She nodded again.  "I remember that.  You don't mind that
now, do you?  What changed?"

	He held her, rocking her gently.  "I changed.  You changed
me.  I learned to let go to you, and let my body respond to you.  Oh,
I love it when you do that to me, when I can let go."

	She kissed his chest.  "Good, darling.  Why don't you relax
then...."  She started to move her hand lower, but he stopped her
once more.

	"Let's try something," he said.  "Move over on top of me."

	She smiled and started to slide on top of him.  She liked
riding him, and knew he liked it as well.

	"No, on your back -- please," he said, turning her shoulders.

	She giggled a little and slid on to his stomach, his erection
pressing into her bottom.  "Like this?" she asked.

	"Yes.  I want to see what you feel like, that's all," he
said.  He started running his hands over her body.

	"Ooh, that's nice," she said.

	He kissed her hair, and moved his hands under hers.  "Help
me.  Show me how you like to feel yourself."

	She sighed and laughed to herself a little.  He was so funny
some times.  She took his hands and started gliding them over her
body, from her legs up her waist, up to her breasts.  Even though she
was doing it, the touch of his hands was electric.  From the way she
felt him stirring, and felt him pressing into her bottom, it
evidently felt good to him as well.

	He kissed her hair again.  "You know what my favorite spot
is?" he asked.

	She laughed a low, soft laugh and moved one hand to a breast
and started moving the other between her legs.

	He surprised her by moving both hands to her waist.

	"Right here, that curve at your waist.  It's so sexy.  When
you're sleeping on your side, I like to rest a hand there and feel
you breathing.  When we make love, especially when you're on top of
me, I like to hold you, and pull you closer...."

	She moaned softly.  She loved his strong hands on her waist,
pulling her closer, forcing him deeper into her, filling her more.

	She moved his hands back to her breasts.  "But don't you like
my breasts?  Don't you like it when I hold you and tell you to suck
on me, make you suck on me until you melt in my arms?"

	He took a deep breath through her hair.  "Oh, some times I
need you to do that so much...." he whispered as he caressed her
nipples.

	She moved his hands down, sliding them down her body,
quivering gently at the sensation, moving his hands between her legs,
letting her legs fall open a bit more.

	"Oh, and I love it when you go down on me.  Do you like me
squeezing your head between my hot thighs?"  She could tell he did by
the way he moved underneath her.

	He touched her hot moistness and felt the change in her
breath.  "Show me how to feel you here.  Show me what you need," he
whispered.

	Emboldened, she moved their hands together, startled at the
intensity of their combined touch.  She was hot, and wet, and needy.
Starting his hands in position, she pulled hers back a little, and
gave example by stroking the backs of his hands, feeling him
interpret her gestures.

	Her breath caught for a moment and she shuddered at the
intensity.  She moved two fingers on her right hand against his in
the rhythm she needed.  He followed her lead, and soon her hips were
following as well.

	His other hand moved away from her core, stroking the inside
of her thigh and hip.  She moaned softly, arching her neck a little,
and pressed more with the fingers of her right hand on the back of
his.  She moved his left hand to her breast, and started it moving
gently, sensuously.

	She pressed harder with her fingers on the back of his hand,
feeling her breath shifting, her body getting close.

	But the more pressure she applied to his hand, the more
delicate his touch became, soft sensuous strokes, maddening strokes,
tantalizing strokes.  She moaned, and was rewarded with the touch she
wanted, the touch that shifted her breath and moved her hips, moving
her closer.

	But after a few luscious moments, his fingers moved back
again, teasing, tantalizing.  She tried to move his hand back, but he
held it where it was, and gave her nipple a squeeze with his other
hand.

	That squeeze sent a jolt through her.  She moaned again, and
called out, "Please -- please darling."

	She felt the touch she wanted and reveled in it, pressing her
fingers on the back of his right hand in rhythm still, her left hand
encouraging him to caress her breast.  She moaned again, oh so
close....

	And his fingers backed away to teasing again.

	She moaned again, clutching at him.

	This time his hands moved firmly but gently, squeezing,
caressing, taking her over the edge.

	She moaned again and again, enjoying the sensations, finally
pulling his hand away gently, and letting hers fall loose to her
sides.

	She felt his hands roam over her body gently, sweeping in
long sensuous strokes.  As they started to tantalize her again, she
caught his hands and held them around her waist, pulling them across
her to have him hug her.

	He hugged her, and she held his hands, feeling him prodding
her from below.  She laughed softly as she held his hands, then
started to turn over.

	She kissed him and felt his hands around her shoulders,
feeling her hair.  She moved to all fours and slid down his body
slowly, tantalizing him with her breasts.

	"Do I tease you like that?" she asked.

	"Oh, I hope so," he moaned in reply.

Fin
Rev 11/19/2000

Pillowtalk
by artie@netgate.net
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/artie/www
(C) Copyright 2000 by artie@netgate.net

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