In the middle of the night he woke me up from our nap, we wanted to spend as little time as possible sleeping. He caressed me and whispered to me, I was still too sleepy to properly respond. But I woke up to his soothing voice and touch and felt in heaven.

His voice wrapped around me like a heated blanked as he talked to me in his sleepy voice, an arm wrapped around me. He kept going on about how good I feel, how good this feels, how amazing our time together is and how I made him feel. I could feel the wetness from the hours before between my legs, I slept without underwear because what was the point. I’d ruin them anyway.

He called me all my nicknames, coaxing me awake, and I don’t remember the rest but I remember what it did to me. The heat flowing through my belly down between my legs, his hot hand on my chest, his breath against my neck. I could feel more wetness forming and I couldn’t speak or whisper back because the exhaustion overpowered me. His words filled my mind, big and foamy sponging together all the parts of pleasure. My pussy pulsated with need and I could feel my head roll back in the pillow, my body slacking more each passing moment. I couldn’t find my voice. But I needed him to know what he did to me… how he made me feel…

With all my leftover energy I pushed my arm beneath the blanket and grabbed his hand, gently sliding it down my body and leading it between my legs. He could feel the heat radiating and breathed strongly, his fingers exploring my silky skin. My fingers rested on top of his, pushing them against me. He kept stroking over my pussy and I sighed into the room. Then, I opened my legs more, nudging my hips against his hand and his fingers dipped down and inside me. He moaned, I did too, god it felt so good. He worked my pussy and I arched into him, my hand still on top of his.

I felt his body hair and the veins under his skin, his beautiful fingers and my wetness coating the space between them. Skillfully he moved inside me and my already shut eyes squeezed together. The warm darkness made this moment even better, both of us cuddled up under the blanket and his hot body against mine. My face angled away, I squirmed under his touches. It didn’t take long for me to come apart under his fingers, he knew exactly what I needed. I wanted to tell him so much. How this is what I feel, how his voice and mind and body turn me on. How hot I get under his look and with the feel of him, how wet I get because of him, how he had already claimed my pussy as his and how I wanted him to know how good he felt. I wanted to tell him how much I craved him, how much I didn’t want this night to end, how much I wished we could just stay in this bed forever, under this blanket with our body tangled together and our lips touching and our breaths fusing together. But all I could do was moan and slightly squirm.

Satisfaction, sleep, exhaustion, gratitude and so much more claimed my body as I melted against him and he whispered how amazing that was. I nodded and pushed my face into him, wanting to breathe him in and savor this feeling. I can’t count the magical moments we shared, there’s too many. But this night was a dream behind a cloud of drowsiness and affection, providing an ambiance that filled the dark room in colorful auras and let northern lights dance behind closed eyes.