When I woke up in the middle of the night, he wasn't there with me. We had been together for a few months now. And never before had he left me alone at night.
I had fallen asleep earlier tonight. Our time together had been extremely passionate and pleasurable, like always, but tiring too.
We both had an exhausting day, and our slow love-making was the best thing we needed. Well, but nothing was slow about it.
I grabbed his shirt, which was dropped sometime during our make-out session and put it on. While buttoning it, I left the bedroom and headed towards his office, the only room he could be at that time if he wasn't with me. His office was on the other side of the hall, across the bedroom of his 3BHK apartment. The door of the room was open, but the lights were out. I slowly opened the door to look inside.
He was sitting on his chair, shirtless, just in his shorts. The only source of light in the room was from the window by his side, where he sat. He looked tempting as always, with those beautifully carved muscles of his, the messy black hair, eyes closed and one hand resting on his chest, while he slept peacefully. It was absolutely blissful to see him sleep without any worries.
I neared the distance between us and kneeled down in front of him. As if my presence was what he'd been waiting for. He opened his eyes and gave me a smile, but his eyes spoke something else. Something was not right, something was bothering him.
His eyes were fixed on mine, they were full of desire and passion. It was like a spell cast upon us, impossible to look anywhere else.
"Why ain't you in bed?" I asked softly, placing one hand on his thigh.
"Is something troubling you? You know you can share anything with me." I was seriously concerned about what causing him distress.
"No." he replied
," And Yes I know. But it's nothing sweetheart."
But it was not. I could tell something was not right.
I rose up, and stood between his legs,took his face in my hands, and placed a kiss on his forehead. It was a simple gesture to make him know, I was there for him, no matter what. I would always be.
" Tell me. What can I do to make you feel better? What do you need?"
He pulled me closer by my waist and buried his face against my breasts. His hands securely locked around me. He placed a kiss on my stomach before letting go.
"I just need you."
He rose from his chair and scooped me up in his arms. He carried me towards the bedroom.
"Am I heavy? Do I weight too much?" I asked hoping to lighten the atmosphere.
He looked at me eyes and rolled his lip down as if to say it didn't matter. As If I weigh nothing.
He gently put me on the bed and climbed on top of me. He bent down to meet his lips with mine, while his hands were right at work unbuttoning the only few buttons I could manage to do earlier.
As his lips swept against mine, his hands parted the shirt to exposed my underneath. He never needed much time to undress, especially when the dress was nearly undone.
I nibbled his lower lip , as his hands grabbed my breasts, massaging them in a circular motion, thumbs rubbing over the hardened nipples. I arched up as the pleasure started building up. Our tongues rolled with each other, at perfect synchronization. I grabbed the waistband of his shorts and had it down in few seconds. As he completely got rid of it, I removed the shirt I was wearing.
I rode him, made him lay on his back, and kissed him. His hands were on my back, fingers tracing lines, sending thrills deep within my bones. I was completely lost in the moment. He took one of my nipples in his mouth, sucked it hard, teased it with his teeth, repeated that with the other.
I let my hand have his cock which was half-hardened already. I worked it up, with regular up-and-down motion.
He groaned against my breasts, and that was it. I put him in my mouth and pumped him thoroughly. I looked at him to find him enjoying the moment. His eyes were closed, lips bit left apart and breaths quickened.
Suddenly, he stopped me and turn me under him in a swift motion, spreading my legs by my knees.
He immediately went down on me. His tongue gave long swept against my sex. He tugged the most sensitive spot while his finger inserted into me. He worked in and out, rising my pleasure level.
I grabbed him by his shoulder, my nails digging deep into his skin. He added another finger, and I was almost about to shatter.
He withdrew his fingers and entered himself into me. All distance closed, secrets were forgotten, all worries left behind. He grabbed my butts to lift me up, pumped himself in me. He increased the pace and thumped quickly.
Until then, there was a certain emptiness but having him inside me, had me completed.
I had both my hands over the top of my head,holding the edge of the bed. He lifted my legs over his shoulders and continued his action. My climax was almost taken to its extreme. He slowed a little, took some time to slowly pull himself out and entered back. In the slow full motions, he continued before
falling over me, his face against my neck, without taking himself out.
After a short break, we had round two and three and then again. Twice to took himself out, as we didn't use any contraceptives. The session which seemed almost of an hour or more got us two impressive orgasms together.
While we laid on the bed afterward, I hoped his downstair neighbor wasn't disturbed by our wild shrieks and pleasure moans. I wrapped my arms around him, lips pressed on his neck, nose sniffling the essence around.
Yes,indeed, it was all magical. And another beautiful memory conceived.
