Spooning

I doze off while you're in the bathroom. It's been such a long day and I'm exhausted. I feel your warmth as you spoon me. Your body radiates warmth, and I grab your arm and wrap you around me like a comforter.

I'm fighting off sleep. "I love spooning."

"Who doesn't?" you mumble against my earlobe.

"Some people like it more than others. I happen to love spooning and being spooned."

I scoot back, pressing against your hard-on. Whenever we spoon for more than a few seconds, you get turned on. So do I. I grab your hand and lead it to my panties to show you. Your touch is so warm. You slip a finger inside and groan, because you know I'm much warmer.

We don't even switch positions. I hear you the rustle of cotton brushing down your thighs. You pull my panties down and off. Not even all the way off. My panties remain wrapped around one ankle.

Your cock is ready for me. You spread my thighs with the tip, sliding up and forward until you press against my wetness. I push back at the same time your hips thrust forward. We sigh in unison as I put your hands on my breasts. Your fingertips grab my nipples as I grind against you.

Slow grinds turn into fast, hard thrusts. I can hear the sound of our flesh slapping together. I drag my nails down your thighs. You grab a fist full of my hair and pull back hard. The bed shakes from our movements, the headboard crashing into the wall.

We stay that way for a long time: thrusting, grinding, clawing at each other. Our sweaty bodies cling together like we're stuck that way. I can never get enough of this. Never enough of you.

Kis Lee 2007