I wake up, realizing it’s just barely light, and breathe in the air through the open window. It feels damp… fresh… cool against my skin. The only sounds I hear are the intermittent calls of some distant birds and the gentle rhythm of your breathing. You sleep so peacefully now. So deeply… your face is the picture of calm… even serenity. No tension, just complete contentment.
Knowing it’s still early, I curl into you, my back to your chest. I always feel that same little jolt, the one that makes me smile to myself and warms me inside, every time you wrap your arm around me and pull me close to you. I lay my arm gently along the one that holds me and hug it to my body.
As I lay there quietly, I watch the trail of sunlight slowly cross the floor and start to fill the room. It’s not a big room… in fact, the whole cabin would fit comfortably inside any house you or I ever owned… and it couldn’t be more perfect. No phone, no television… the only connection to the outside world is the computers. Oh… wait… and, of course, a cell phone that maybe… sometimes… if you stand on something reeeeally high, turn around just right and click your heels three times for good measure… will grace you with enough bars for a call. People think we’re crazy. Let ‘em.
Drifting comfortably in that space between sleep and wakefulness, I gently stroke your hand. My right foot slips softly up and down your right leg. I can never be close to you without touching you. I waited so long for you… and many times I think I still have to convince myself that you’re real… and you’re mine.
I feel you stir behind me and I startle just a little… then I start to move to give you some space. Without a word, you pull me back against your body and, pressing into me, I feel a gentle trail of kisses down the back of my neck. I close my eyes against the feeling and know, with certainty, that I never truly loved anyone… with my whole self… until I met you. After the last kiss, you lean towards my ear and whisper, “Morning, sweetie.”
Taking back your right arm, you lightly rub my back… graze my arm with your fingertips…slide your hand down to rest your palm on my thigh. Pulling me towards you, you coax me from my side onto my back and, propping yourself on one elbow to look down at me, I see that soft, sleepy look on your face. You continue to lightly rub my skin, down my front this time. Gently caressing each breast with your palm, my body tingles as you lean down and give them the same tiny kisses you ran down my neck. I reach up and run my hand through your hair as you touch me.
Sliding your hand down my stomach, you lightly stroke a couple of fingertips across my bare, shaven pubic mound as you suck first one, then the other of my nipples into your mouth. Every touch is so gentle, tempered with early morning sleepiness. Looking up at me now, your eyes search deep into mine as you slide one finger between my pussy lips… parting them… finding the wetness you’re looking for and using it to gently stimulate my clit. I wrap my arms around you and pull you to me… hugging you close as you stroke me. I lightly kiss and lick your neck, as you slowly penetrate me with your middle and ring fingers. You feel me press my back into the bed, rocking my pelvis back, and opening my legs wider… wanting you to touch me that way. I stare into your eyes, wordlessly, as you slide your fingers in and out of my pussy. I feel and hear my own wetness growing, each time you stroke me, and shiver as you press your hard cock against my thigh. I feel the dampness of your precum as the head rubs my skin.
I run the backs of my fingers along your cheek and you just stare down at me. In the perfect silence of that room, I needn’t do anything more than whisper…
“Baby… please… make love to me…”
Gently withdrawing your fingers, you raise up and position your body between my thighs. Taking your cock in your hand, you slide back and forth between my pussy lips… once… twice… then slip deep inside me as my whole body arches to accept you and a tiny moan escapes my lips.
Both of us instinctively tilt our hips in the swift motion that presses our bodies tight together. Truly what people mean when they say two can be joined as one. Slowly, deliberately, we rock… never separating… your cock moving back and forth inside me, as I grip you tight. Your pubic bone is pressed hard against my clit, stimulating it again as I grind against you.
There is nothing rushed… nothing frantic… in any of our movements. Just the complete connection of two minds, two hearts and two bodies who are exactly where they need to be. I feel the flush of my skin and hear the pace of your breath. Arms wrapped around each other, we move a little harder… a little faster… aching now for release.
Rhythmically, I start to milk your cock… squeezing as you stroke back… releasing as you stroke forward… and I’m rewarded with that moan that makes me shiver.
I whisper a string of pleas… “Baby, cum with me… I want your cock so deep inside me that I feel you cum… please baby don’t stop now… cum for me… fill me…”
The hard, deep thrust of your hips and an almost growling in your throat as you start to cum puts me over the edge. I wrap my legs around you, heels digging into your lower back as if I can actually pull you even deeper inside. My hips roll and grind hard against you as the most intense orgasm flows through my body.
Both of us breathing hard, you slow your thrusts to a very gentle rolling motion, gradually easing away the intensity of the climax. In spite of being miles from anyone that could ever hear us, we lay together, holding each other close and the words we speak are hushed… intense and meaningful but for us… alone. The way we were always meant to be.
