by Cindy Marshall
(8/23/00)

He wants her now -- but does he dare? They came face to face for the first time last night, and were so passionate that he is amazed he has energy left to want her again. But he does, and now.

Her hair splays across the pillow as she rests. Her forehead is free of the worry lines he noticed the day before when they met. Her lashes are long and dark. He wants to slide his tongue over her lips, slightly parted in her slumber, but he resists, for now. Carefully listening to her breathing pattern, he slowly lowers the blanket to expose her breasts to his sight. Ahh, how he wants to suck on those nipples. She does not stir.

He slowly dips his index finger between his lips and licks his finger. He reaches out silently to barely touch the tip of her nipple. She does not stir. He grows bolder and slides his fingertip, slick with his saliva, around her nipple and over the tip gently. Leaning over, he carefully blows on her nipple, and it puckers slightly. Still, she does not stir.

He must have her -- his cock throbs with the blood rushing to it. For a second, he recalls her lips on him the night before as she stroked up and down his cock with her tongue. His eyes lift to her mouth with that delicious tongue hidden inside. The tightening in his balls has him striving to think of something mundane to control his desire -- he wants this to be slow. He wants her in slumber.

He slides a hand under her hip, and she rolls onto her side, away from the hand and the discomfort of it. He listens to her breathing once more, waiting until it is even and deep. During his wait, his fingers are stroking his cock, imagining himself inside her. It must be soon. She does not stir.

Carefully, he prods her legs apart to slip between them. She moans slightly in her sleep, and he stops and waits. It is difficult not to move. She is so hot and inviting, and he is so hard. The head of his cock is poised at her opening from behind, and he can feel her moistness all around him. He wants to thrust deeply into her, but he waits. Her breathing steadies once more, and slowly he dips his cock inside her -- a little at first, and then he must force himself to be still as she grows accustomed to the feel of him inside her. Unconsciously, she spreads her legs to allow him better entrance, and he takes advantage and slips deeper into her hot pussy.

Perhaps she is having an erotic dream, because even in sleep she bends a little at the waist and pushes her ass back against him, trying to get him deeper inside. He wants to grab her hips and thrust deeply and strongly into her, but he resists. It is sweet torture to be slow and not to wake her. Her heat envelops him, and her trusting acceptance, even in sleep, is almost enough to have him coming, but he gently slides his cock almost out before slipping slowly back inside.

His knees quiver with the stress of going slowly, and he sweats a little with the strain, but still, he wants her to sleep. The idea of pleasing himself with her sleeping form is incredibly erotic to him -- satisfying in some way. Her muscles involuntarily clench around him and he struggles to maintain a slow rhythmic plunge in and out. Her juices flow around him and he slides easily in and out of her with only little slurping noises to give him away -- still, she sleeps.

His fingers itch to touch her, to clench her tightly and thrust sharply into her, filling her totally and taking her roughly, but not this morning. This morning he will be silent and in control. He can feel the surge of blood as it rushes to his cock, making him swell inside her, making the head of his cock enlarged and sensitive to her inner heat.

She mumbles slightly in her sleep, and he holds his breath against the explosion of his orgasm. Straining to maintain his silence, he exerts every ounce of willpower he has to hold himself immobile as his hot cum spurts, warming her more and making his toes curl in tension.

He leans up slightly and studies her face as little tremors course through his body and into hers. Still, she does not stir.

Carefully and slowly he slides his now soft and slick cock from between her legs and rolls over onto his back with a small groan. He has done it -- she has slept through his passion. He lets his eyelids drift closed as he slips off into sleep.

Her lips lift into a little smile.