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You are asleep, curled up behind me, like a comma around my period.  The room is black and still.  I listen to your steady breathing as my eyes search out the outline of the window in front of me.  One night.  How could I sleep?  My lesson to you is to make the most of the time we have.  There is no time to waste on sleeping.

I am intensely aware of every inch of your warm flesh touching mine, from your arm draped heavily over my shoulder to our touching toes.  The only movement is the rise and fall of your chest against my back, and the small stirring of your breath in my hair.  Your scent is still new to me and it drives me insane -- I want to nuzzle your neck and trace my nose under the line of your jaw up to your ear.  I want to flick my tongue in that notch at the base of your throat and taste the salt of your skin while I rake my nails down your back.  There are a hundred different permutations and only one night in which to experience them all.

I know you need the rest, but while I am thinking about you my hips start making small motions, nudging up against you, gently rocking back and forth with tiny movements, with a mind of their own.  I feel you start to harden behind me, even though I know you are not yet awake.  Your cock lies straight up along the crack of my ass, and I feel you stir.  I reach back with my hand and pull it down between my legs.  I am shaved and the slit is wet with my desire for you.  There is no resistance as I guide the tip into me.  I can tell you are fully awake, and I push myself back into you, sliding it all the way inside of me.  I grind and squirm with small movements for a moment, savoring the sensation of you filling me up.  You grab my hip with your hand to still me, and I know you are too close already.  I am tempted to pull it out of you anyway, to take your pleasure even though you aren't ready yet, but I am selfish -- I want more.

You raise up on your shoulder, and staying inside of me, then up onto your knees.  I rotate onto my back and look up at you.  I can see your outline but not your face, and the blackness seems to make the sensations more intense.  I wrap my left leg around your hip and hook my foot behind your back, pulling my hips up so that you are securely inside of me.  Then I raise my right foot up to lay it on your shoulder.  You run your hand up the length of my thigh, admiring the hard muscle under the soft skin, and then under my leg up the curve of my calf.  You pause for a moment and encircle my ankle with your fingers, wondering at how small I am.  You lay your hand over the top of my foot as it lays flat on your chest, and stroke in and out of me a few times.  I raise my foot up again and run my toes lightly down your jaw, feeling the roughness of your cheek.  You take it in your hand again, your wide palm wrapping all the way around my instep, and kiss my big toe, then gently suck it into your mouth.  The warm wetness makes me think of your tongue between my legs, and suddenly I am ready to be fucked.

I lower my leg and roll over with you still inside of me.  I raise up on my knees, my legs spread to the outside of yours.  Your cock penetrates me so deeply that it seems like I can feel you in my heart.  I raise my head up and you grab the hair on the back of my head.  As my head pulls back, the curve of my spine deepens and you drive your cock deeper inside of me.  You let go and run your hand down my back, tracing the curve, your fingers sliding easily in the dampness.  My ass is snuggled up to the flat plane of your lower belly, and I am squirming against you again.  You are teasing me, holding back, knowing that I want you to fuck me hard.  I cry out, begging you to give it to me.  You have what you wanted, and you pull it all the way out, and then slam it all the way in, hard.  You pound me, stroke after stroke, making me moan and squeal uncontrollably.  You pull it all the way out again, and I think you are teasing me again, until I feel the head slide up.  You have never done this to me before, and while I am scared of the pain, I am more excited.  It slides in easily because you are so wet with my juices, but it is tight, tighter than you ever imagined.  I make a noise deep in my throat and I begin sliding down that knife edge between pain and pleasure.  You can't stand it much longer, and neither can I, and in moments we are both lost in shuddering orgasms.

We collapse down onto our sides, and in a few moments your breath slows, and I know you have drifted off again already.  As I look at the window again, I can see light beginning to grow behind the curtains, and I know the night will be over soon.
  

