30th floor. I can see the skyline through the rain covered glass of the windows. It’s all quite surreal at four thirty in the morning, the way the lights illuminate the clouds, the unintentional beauty of the skyscrapers. “The future is here it’s just unevenly distributed”. This is the witching hour and aside from the rhythmic pitter patter of rain drops it’s dead silent. The slick futurism of the scenario contrasts nicely with the visceral experience of your sleeping body resting in my arms, I can smell the vanilla in your hair and the slight sourness of your breath. I feel the silent lazy horniness of the no-mans hour brought on in equal parts by the excessive sex we had earlier and the a priori nocturnal erection I’m experiencing. The kind of rubbery hard erection that you just want to hit someone across the head with. It’s pushing up against my cotton boxers and touching your bottom.
Why you went to the effort of putting your underwear and bra back on I don’t know but I followed suit with my boxers because I didn’t want to be the only naked one. So we’re laying in our underwear, you blissfully asleep and me malignantly awake and aroused. I like that I’m taller than you, that my limbs are wrapped around your body like those of some kind of malevolent twilight sylph. Mmmmm. You feel good. I run my hands across your torso your skin is smokey blue in this dark room. You’re still asleep but no doubt subconsciously aware of the fact that you’re resting gently in my arms. I wrap my body around yours. I’m the black python that found his sleeping beauty before prince charming even had time to shave. You don’t hear about me often, what I’m feeling is ancient and doesn’t really mesh too well with Disney sensibilities. I greedily squeeze your breast through your embroidered bra. I run my other hand down to your cunt and squeeze that through your matching embroidered underwear. Yes I’m hungry. The kind of hunger you feel right before you sink your teeth in to a midnight snack. There is no unfulfilled yearning in this kind of hunger.
I feel like I’m playing some kind of instrument, rhythmically rubbing and squeezing. A few hours of sleep have clearly transformed me into a fucking poet. Surely you’re awake now but you haven’t said anything. You’re enjoying that state somewhere between the dreamworld and conscious thought. I can’t think of a higher state of passive receptivity than the one you must be in right now. It’s a bit like being felt up by your doona.
I whisper into your ear “Wake up little whore, it’s time for my seconds”. There’s no appropriate response for that within the modern vernacular and you meet my Pan call with courtly ladylike silence but I can hear you smiling. My hand slides past the lace of your underwear. I brush along the short stubble just above your cunt. I guess you weren’t expecting to end up here with me tonight. You’re disobediently wet. It makes me very hard. I show you how hard I am by guiding your hand onto my manhood. Aside from the wetness I’ve felt on your lips and the drop of pre-cum you just wiped off my head, there’s a dry snugness to all of this. Even our mouths aren’t as wet as they usually are, you probably don’t want to kiss because you think you’ll taste bad hey. I slip my tongue into your maiden mouth and the city lights illuminate our faces.
I love how you still have your eyes closed, as if your part in this nocturnal happening is completely complacent. As if you are doing this all in your sleep. I jolt up because there’s no way I can slide your underwear all the way off while holding you. I move down to embrace you just as quickly. Now I guide myself into you from behind. We’re still spooning, just now we’re fucking too. I fold my arms across you and draw you in as close as I can. Considering how high up in the sky we are and how completely surrealistic this whole hotel room scenario is, I am now quite convinced that you and my penetration of you are the only real things here.
I’m as horny as I am sleepy and I thrust into you hard. I don’t stop. My thighs are getting wet from your juices. Slap slap slap. Your quiescent act worked pretty well so far but now you start to moan. I take that slip up as my justification to wrap my arm around your neck and choke you a little “Oh! I thought you were asleep”. You respond with a long muffled moan. There is no need for any kind of position switching. This whole thing is about taking what you want in the middle of the night. About having even more of a good thing. So I just make sure your pussy feels as good as possibly on me and don’t hold back. I ejaculate deep inside of you. I let out a moan that could be interpreted as pain under any other circumstance. Then I just hold you while my cock slowly slips out of you along with some of the cum. I gently kiss your neck and nuzzle you. Let’s get back to sleep!