Wake up call

Early morning...5am...the time when legends are going to sleep, or waking up...for me it's a good time, the quiet, the darkness, the promise, the mystery...and none so mysterious as you...I want to be with you in the dark and quiet...I want to make your heart beat so fast in fear and wonderment as I push you down, grab your hair, lick your shoulders down to your belly button as I watch goosebumps cascade all over your body...I want to bite your earlobes as you tell me to be gentle with you. I want to make you want me more than I want you...hold you tight, feel your naked breasts pressing my chest your nipples erect, you come close and slowly put your tongue on my ear and go around and inside in a sexy way, your perfect figure sitting on top of me slowly moving back and forth, up and down, and with your breathing agitated because you are feeling me inside of you penetrating deep and slow...

Our wake up call sessions have always been great and I know that look, the one that says 'i'm not done with you yet' we hardly ever talk and the few words we do exchange have so much meaning behind them. Sometimes I feel like we're the same person, I know her thoughts, I can read her body pretty well and she mine.

She walks past me, hips swaying seductively, her scent wraps around me like a noose, ensnaring me, I know there is no escape, I don’t want to escape…but she is, almost out of reach…I grab, seizing her by her wrist, spinning her around…”what is it” she says, rather than asks, her eyes moving up and down, lingering on the bulge in my boxers, realising only now that is all I am wearing… my eyes are feasting on her form, her shape, her barely-contained breasts…”from such an intelligent woman, THAT is a silly question” comes my reply …the bed behind her softens her fall as I push her down and mount her, my hands running up the sides of her body, behind her back, and expertly unsnaps the hook on her bra…pulling it over her arms, I stop at her wrists, clamping them together and binding them with the soft silk, raising her hands above her head, her breasts large and full against my chest while my hands are instantly on her hips, roughly tearing at her knickers…leaning closer as if to kiss her, her eyes closing expectantly yet no kisses come…the heat of my hardness presses against her, she willingly opens to accept me, never thinking I would be so hard, so aroused already…the tight grip of my hands on her hips, pulling her toward me and meeting it with deep slow thrusts….then my hand, fingers through her hair, around her neck, my moans matching hers, thrusts becoming deeper, faster…the world has vanished, the world exists only in the depths of her body where I am, I want nothing more, I want it all, I am taking it all, I cannot stop, I don’t stop…I don’t stop…the erruption is exquisite, bodies arcing together, fusion, intensity…no words, just bodies…desire and lust satisfied…for now…

Laying there bodies intertwined, breathing evening out, she's beautiful, dishevelled and well fucked. Another session has past. When I spend time with her it's like there is no time only us and this, my need for her, my dark hunger. It's always sated when i'm with her and when i'm back to being me, in my other life, I start to crave and my mood gets so bad that I hardly talk to anyone until it's time to meet her again. We hardly ever talk but we don't need words.