Midnight Awakening: The First Time I Touched Her Sleeping Body
July 18th, midnight. Our bedroom. I sneak in on tiptoe, dead tired from the construction site, a few beers buzzing in my veins. Outside it’s a furnace, but here it’s cool, the streetlamp casting yellow glows through sheer curtains. Keys down soft. Don’t wake her, Sophie. She’s probably out cold.
Office empty, computer off. Pass her door—relief, she’s peaceful. Peel off my sweaty shirt, dust-caked. Lean on the frame, arms crossed. Watch her sleep nude, light sheet half-covering that perfect body. Heat got her like this. God, she’s stunning, like the sexiest nude photo ever.
The Approach
Her perfume hits me— that witchy scent that owns me. Makes me soft, hungry, feral. Even on someone else, it’d spark jealousy and lust. Strip jeans, fold them. Shower quick, cold water shocking life back in. Revives me too much. Towel around waist, still dripping, back to the room.
She’s still there, bare, tempting. Heart hammers. First time seeing her so vulnerable, so mine. Wind gusts in, flips the sheet off. Full view: red hair tangled on neck, cute feet, arm barely hiding sideboob, hips curving perfect. Face serene, nose twitching, brows proud. That round, sassy nose I kiss mornings. Lips full, kissable—remember our first, car backseat, quick cheek peck dragging to deep hunger.
Neck slim, shoulders bare like she knows it kills me. Back arched slight, ass plump, thighs parted. Breasts peek, perfect handfuls. Belly flat, sex inviting. Pulse races, palms sweat. Fear mixes with ache— what if she wakes mad? But no backing out. Hands tremble on her lower back. She stirs, lifts hips instinctive.
Nose in her hair, breathe her in. Lips graze skin, goosebumps rise. Massage slow, neck tenses then melts. Sigh escapes her. Trail kisses down: spine dip, ass cheeks firm, thighs soft, calves. Up again, she wriggles more. Nose her ear, whisper hoarse: “You know I want you bad tonight?”
“Just tonight?” she mumbles sleepy.
The Instant
“This night lasts forever.”
She rolls half, eyes flutter open hazy. My towel drops. First real touch— skin electric, cock throbs hard against her thigh. Awkward fumble, hands clumsy on her breasts, nipples peak under fingers. She gasps, pulls me close. Lips crash, tongues messy, hungry. Heart pounds wild, like virgin nerves exploding.
Slide down, mouth on neck, shoulders, suck tits greedy— she moans low, fingers in my wet hair. Belly, then there: pussy wet already, taste salty-sweet new world. Tongue laps clumsy at first, her hips buck, guiding. “Fuck, yes,” she breathes. Can’t wait— up, cock nudging slick folds. Push in slow, tight heat grips, virgin-tight thrill though it’s not. Thrusts build ragged, her nails dig back, breaths sync frantic.
She comes first, shuddering, clenching me— triggers mine, spill deep, world blanks. Collapse tangled, sweat-slick.
After, we lie breathless. Dawn creeps. Innocence gone—not kids anymore. This night opened doors: her trust, my boldness. Heart still races remembering. She traces my chest, smiles sly. Adulthood’s mark, burned in skin, scent, memory. No regrets, just hunger for more firsts.
