My window was unlocked for him, late into the midnight stage of the afterhours. My mother was sleeping peacefully on the other side of the house, undisturbed by any noise. The door to my bedroom was locked, so there was no chance of anyone getting in. I waited impatiently, only my underwear on under the covers of my bed. Heart beating wildly in my chest, I heard rustling outside. I prepped myself, smoothing out my hair and trying desperately to look sexy for him, sheets barely covering the cleavage I left exposed for him.
The window slid up with a quiet click, and he stepped through, closing it behind him. He looked over and his brows rose in surprise.
I summoned him over with my pointer finger, eager to get this started. As he made it to the edge of the bed, he threw his shirt to the ground, pants falling with it. He crawled under the covers with me and as he got comfortable I slipped my leg over him and straddled his waist. Bringing a finger up to my lips, I signaled for him to be silent.
A heated gaze was exchanged between the two of us and before another thought could come to our minds, our mouths molded together in passion, hungry for the other. One hand entangled in my hair, the other hand feeling up my side, a hand so soft against the skin on my hip. My hands automatically went to his face, skimming down his chest and back up.
My fingers played with his nipples, and his body heat up quickly, throat struggling not to let out any noise as I kissed down his jaw and neck, lips brushing over his collar bone. I teased him with both hands and mouth, impatiently groping at his body. He gulped, trying so hard not to make the slightest sound of desire, to which I smirked. Swirling my tongue around, he panted very quietly, and my hand glided down the front of his boxers.
Blue eyes widening in surprise, he pressed his lips together in desperate attempt. My enclosed hand teased him, his excited body arching up into mine. I continued this, tongue and other hand still at his chest. He gave a small gasp, only audible for my ears. To keep him from doing this again, I kissed his mouth, my thumb brushing his tip playfully.
I took my hand back out of his boxers, shimmying down his legs. I guided his boxers off, tossing them to the floor. Once again, I brought a finger to my lips and he stared at me, wide-eyed, completely aware of the plans I was about to execute. Slowly, I brought my lips where my thumb had just been, placing a sweet kiss upon him and closing my hand around him again.
The passion we were sharing was overpowering, his flash of ecstasy approaching swiftly. I teased him a little more, flicks of my tongue sending his body into shivering spasms. I could feel the buildup of the moment, and I retreated, kissing his lips raw again.
As I did, his brief second to recover vanished and he flipped me over, feeling all of my curves tenderly, yet hurriedly, as if he didn’t feel it all in time, it would slip away. He mirrored my tactics, instantly going for my breasts. Mouth on one, hand on the other, I found his struggle in not making even the slightest sigh.
Massaging gently with his warm, soft hand, flicking his tongue on the other sent me into overdrive. Two very different sensations at two different speeds causing me to bite sounds back. He whispered something in my ear, but it was incoherent. All I knew was how good it felt when he tickled my ears with his words.
His unoccupied hand put light, circling pressure to my core through the very thin blue silk I had picked out just for him. The smallest moan escaped my lips and he gave me a look, so I bit my lip to keep from doing it again. Tongue and hands all going a different rhythm, he easily covered my body in goose bumps.
His blue eyes flicked up to mine, and I must’ve been begging with my eyes, because with one quick flick of the wrist, my panties were off and somewhere on the floor. His flesh on mine, rubbing the most sensitive, wet spot on my body, I grabbed the sheets, balling them in my fists.
He hushed me, knowing I was going to cry out. Putting my hands on my knees, he spread my legs a little further, head sinking down. The first flick of the tongue caused me to slap my hand over my mouth. He grinned up at me and continued, tongue seeking, tasting my other pair of sweet, pink lips. The warm, tingling feeling started to spread, but he stopped, knowing my body’s reactions all too well.
With his command, our most intimate body parts came together in lust: thrusting, thrumming. Skin against skin, mouths joined and parting, bodies shivering in the most intense pleasure anyone could ever experience until…
A climax hit us both with so much force it left us shaking and panting with small, ragged breaths for a good couple of minutes, neither of us doing anything but just lie there, dazed.
He turned to me, smiling. “I love you.”
I opened my mouth to tell him I loved back, when the alarm went off, waking me violently from the dream, covered in a sheen of sweat, still shaking and panting.