AWAKENING

Awakening - OneShot

CHADWICK BOSEMAN X READER ❤

WORD COUNT: 1114

WARNING: SMUT AND FLUFF

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I open my eyes in the darkness of the room, in this room that has seen us as partners of our intimacy for years now.

3.45 A.M my digital alarm marks and your presence on the side is a certainty, even before your light and slow breath confirms it. I can feel it close to my ear, along with the slight tingling I feel when you rest your chin in that sweet spot of mine between my neck and shoulder, to give light, soft, wet kisses, with all the intention of waking me up.

"I missed you so much baby ... I miss you" you whisper softly.

And I realize that hearing your voice after weeks of just phone calls is the sweetest and most erotic sound to me.

Every time I think and re-think about us, clear flashes pass before my eyes and I smile. I always find myself stunned and surprised by my constant desire for you, by the constant desire we have for us, 'cause it's something that goes far beyond the animal, sexual necessity of instinct to mate.

"God ... I've always loved the fact you sleep naked"

It's as if your hands were thinking, when you touch me they have a will of their own, as if your fingertips were greedy for knowledge. They run through my bare skin ... no, the word "run" doesn't make the idea, your hands seek it, meet it, probe my skin, because it's always something that goes beyond the mere exploration.

Even your touch follows a natural evolution: first it's light, soft on my shoulders, on my arms, on my hips, on my exposed and inviting ass, then gradually it becomes heavier, but not yet invasive.

You could take me now while I'm almost asleep, and wake me up with your flesh inside mine and you know that I would never oppose, I would simply surrender myself to my desire for you. Yes, you could ...

You could, I said, but what you're looking for is my complicity, my conscious and awake desire to be yours, your pleasure of being trapped inside me.

Your big hands slide forward to touch my breasts, to caress my stomach, it's now I have a thrill that betrays me, a vocal note exhaled to the lips, your name leaves my sweet mouth, you know I'm awake.

"Chadwick ... baby"

I feel you smiling and your teeth sink slowly into the soft flesh of my neck, your lips leave warmth on my skin. You inflame me.

You take hold of my breasts with one hand, suck in the turgidity of my nipples against the palm of your hand and roll them between your thumb and your forefinger, waiting patiently for them to stiffen. I know you'd like to taste them and exchange your fingers with your plump lips.

In response, backwards my hand caresses your hip, then to look a little further down. You're already completely naked too.

Even my hands follow a path of intensity, first hinted then increasingly more, until picking up your now erect sex that infuses the skin of one of my buttocks. I surround it with my hand, while your own squeezes one of my breasts and then guide your movement down to put it in the middle of my legs.

And here I open them, opening up like a flower in my false promise of surrender, your fingertips sink into my skin, circling that second mouth you kissed a hundred and a thousand times.

"Turn around, let me hug you" you ask me sweetly, but your voice hardly hides the desire that has already taken over.
I satisfy your request, I turn my face, then the side and finally my whole body, finding myself in your arms, here, where I really belong.

You're the most beautiful thing a woman could ever want.

My surrender and your final attack ... Our mouths glued, finally in our first conscious sexual intercourse of the day, our lips and our tongues try to give themselves pleasure. Our bodies are stuck from the chest up to the legs, there's no space, not even the air can get through ... our desire grows.

You need to have me and you must have me, you get on top of me while my legs widen to welcome you, closing on your back, my crossed ankles and my heels on your bottom.
Quickly you hold yourself to finally sink into me, but at this point I stop you with my hands on your chest and I can feel your smile in the darkness.

Then my movement beneath you, as if I was stretching and the "click" of the small light on the nightstand, the glow can't hurt our eyes but sightly it reveals both of us.

I want to see you, I want to look into your eyes, I want to see all your expressions and all your movements while you make love to me. Only now that my eyes are satisfied, I allow you to slide inside of me and take me only as you can do.

My breasts are crushed on your solid chest, slowly I stretch out my legs to go to weave them over yours, you're trapped and caught. You are mine.

It won't be this way forever, we will change position again, you will lift my legs up to my chest, or over your shoulders, or I will be on top riding you ...

What won't change will be your gaze, our way to look at us, that so intimate and private way of staring while we make love to each other and our talking eyes.

"You like like this? Nice and slow?" you ask me kissing me, getting lost inside of me.

Not even your pace will remain like this forever, you're slow, deep and thoughtful now, to enjoy my warmth, my softness, to feel everything I can give and to get to my core.

But your deep back and forth rocking will change as soon as your desire increases, and so will your rhythm and your strength.
You make love with my soul.

Your words are cut off, your breath is short and blends in between my moans of pleasure while you whisper you're about to come, asking me to come with you.

"Let yourself go now, let it go"

And there's no script between us, every time it's improvisation, every time it's different, every time it's beautiful.

And we will make love like this for all night long, until dawn, until we're exhausted, until we're totally gratified and you will be completely empty and I will be completely full of you. Until we fall asleep on one another ... waiting for the next awakening.