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   You are asleep, curled up behind me, like a comma around my period.  The
room is black and still.  I listen to your steady breathing as my eyes
search out the outline of the window in front of me.  One night.  How could
I sleep?  My lesson to you is to make the most of the time we have.  There
is no time to waste on sleeping.

   I am intensely aware of every inch of your warm flesh touching mine,
from your arm draped heavily over my shoulder to our touching toes.  The
only movement is the rise and fall of your chest against my back, and the
small stirring of your breath in my hair.  Your scent is still new to me
and it drives me insane -- I want to nuzzle your neck and trace my nose
under the line of your jaw up to your ear.  I want to flick my tongue in
that notch at the base of your throat and taste the salt of your skin while
I rake my nails down your back.  There are a hundred different permutations
and only one night in which to experience them all.

   I know you need the rest, but while I am thinking about you my hips
start making small motions, nudging up against you, gently rocking back and
forth with tiny movements, with a mind of their own.  I feel you start to
harden behind me, even though I know you are not yet awake.  Your cock lies
straight up along the crack of my ass, and I feel you stir.  I reach back
with my hand and pull it down between my legs.  I am shaved and the slit is
wet with my desire for you.  There is no resistance as I guide the tip into
me.  I can tell you are fully awake, and I push myself back into you,
sliding it all the way inside of me.  I grind and squirm with small
movements for a moment, savoring the sensation of you filling me up.  You
grab my hip with your hand to still me, and I know you are too close
already.  I am tempted to pull it out of you anyway, to take your pleasure
even though you aren't ready yet, but I am selfish -- I want more.

   You raise up on your shoulder, and staying inside of me, then up onto
your knees.  I rotate onto my back and look up at you.  I can see your
outline but not your face, and the blackness seems to make the sensations
more intense.  I wrap my left leg around your hip and hook my foot behind
your back, pulling my hips up so that you are securely inside of me.  Then
I raise my right foot up to lay it on your shoulder.  You run your hand up
the length of my thigh, admiring the hard muscle under the soft skin, and
then under my leg up the curve of my calf.  You pause for a moment and
encircle my ankle with your fingers, wondering at how small I am.  You lay
your hand over the top of my foot as it lays flat on your chest, and stroke
in and out of me a few times.  I raise my foot up again and run my toes
lightly down your jaw, feeling the roughness of your cheek.  You take it in
your hand again, your wide palm wrapping all the way around my instep, and
kiss my big toe, then gently suck it into your mouth.  The warm wetness
makes me think of your tongue between my legs, and suddenly I am ready to
be fucked.

   I lower my leg and roll over with you still inside of me.  I raise up on
my knees, my legs spread to the outside of yours.  Your cock penetrates me
so deeply that it seems like I can feel you in my heart.  I raise my head
up and you grab the hair on the back of my head.  As my head pulls back,
the curve of my spine deepens and you drive your cock deeper inside of me.
You let go and run your hand down my back, tracing the curve, your fingers
sliding easily in the dampness.  My ass is snuggled up to the flat plane of
your lower belly, and I am squirming against you again.  You are teasing
me, holding back, knowing that I want you to fuck me hard.  I cry out,
begging you to give it to me.  You have what you wanted, and you pull it
all the way out, and then slam it all the way in, hard.  You pound me,
stroke after stroke, making me moan and squeal uncontrollably.  You pull it
all the way out again, and I think you are teasing me again, until I feel
the head slide up.  You have never done this to me before, and while I am
scared of the pain, I am more excited.  It slides in easily because you are
so wet with my juices, but it is tight, tighter than you ever imagined.  I
make a noise deep in my throat and I begin sliding down that knife edge
between pain and pleasure.  You can't stand it much longer, and neither can
I, and in moments we are both lost in shuddering orgasms.

   We collapse down onto our sides, and in a few moments your breath slows,
and I know you have drifted off again already.  As I look at the window
again, I can see light beginning to grow behind the curtains, and I know
the night will be over soon.