I was dreaming about something boring, a grocery store I think, and then I wasn’t, because he was already inside me.
Not starting. Already in. Spooned up behind me under the comforter, one arm locked across my chest, rocking into me so slow the bed didn’t even creak. He’d done all the work while I slept. I could feel how slick I was and I didn’t remember any of it, and that’s the part that got me. He’d just decided, at whatever time it was, that he wanted it, and took it, and I slept right through him opening me up.
I said “hi” into the pillow like an idiot.
He said “shh” and pushed in deeper.
My alarm went off at 6:15. The stupid marimba one. He reached over me, turned it off without pulling out, and then fucked me harder, like the alarm had offended him personally. I grabbed the headboard. My cock was trapped against the sheet getting rubbed with every thrust and I came first, embarrassingly first, just from that and his breath on my neck, all over the sheet I’d just washed.
He didn’t care. He kept going until he stopped breathing for a second and pushed all the way in and stayed there, and I felt it. I always feel it. Warm and deep.
Then he rolled over and went back to sleep.
He went back to sleep! I had to get up and go to work with him leaking into my slacks and a hickey I didn’t know about until a coworker pointed at it in the elevator.
I’m writing this on my lunch break. Still wet. I want to be woken up like that every day for the rest of my life. I texted him that and he sent back a thumbs up.
