Sleeping Beauty PART 2

My lips pressed hungrily on her soft skin, it seemed like every inch of my body was touching hers. My hands moved from her belly further up on her sides; she was wearing no bra.

I heard her gasp as my thumb gently stroke over her left breast. Her skin felt even softer there, making me crave for more.

So I pushed her shirt up a bit, looking into her eyes and seeking for permission. She lifted her arms and I pulled it over her head, kissing again.

She moaned slightly; the sound rushed more blood to lower parts of my body. I started to let my hands wander over her chest slowly. She grabbed my shirt on my back, pushing it up and over my head in a movement almost too quick for a human. I looked at her in slight surprise.

She smiled shyly, then pulled me down again, nibbling my stone like ear while running her fingernails up and down my spine. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pressing me tight; I was sure she could feel my excitement pressing against her.

I grabbed her and flipped us both around so she was sitting up on my lap, my lips exploring her collar bone and when I reached the little hollow under her neck I slowly traced downwards, fully enjoying every second.

Before I reached her breast I paused though and looked up at her.

“Am I making you feel cold?” my husky voice almost surprised myself.

“No,” she whispered, her breath gone faster. “Keep going.”

And I did. I don’t know how long I kept myself busy exploring inch by inch of her skin, though I was always focused on my self control.

I flipped us around again, so I was on top of her, and before I returned my lips to hers I inhaled her scent deeply from between her breasts. Amazing.

We kissed again and a deep moan escaped my mouth. I wanted her. Badly. Maybe too badly.

I heard her breath go uneven and looked up. Her heart was beating fast and her eyes were closed.

“Anastasia,” her name came out in another moan. “Breathe.”

“I am”, she gasped with her eyes still closed. “Go ahead.” She then pulled my face to hers and her hands wandered down my chest to unbuckle the belt, her warm fingers brushing my skin over the waistband. She unbuttoned my pants as well and pulled them down a little; I took it from there and pulled them off, being over her again in less than one second. I did the same with her pyjama pants, then stroke a hand over her tight, down and up again, slipping my thumb and index finger in on the side of her panty, making it snap a little.

She laughed softly and her breath that hit me made my head spin. All of her, the different amazing smells I caught from her now, her warm skin, her way of breathing, her touch, almost made me go crazy. It was a riddle to me how I could’ve resisted her for so long. I surely couldn’t do so anymore. But I was still afraid that I would slip and loose it, kill her with a movement that I had meant to be a caressing.

Anastasia felt my hesitation, folded her arms around my neck and pulled my forehead to hers.

“You can do it”, she whispered.

“How the hell can you trust me like this?” I answered also whispering.

“Because I love you”, her voice was smiling. “And I want to sleep with you, Bjor.”

Her cheeks heat up then, blushing. I felt her index finger caressing circles down my chest, following the lines of my unnaturally toned stomach.

“You sure about that?” Her touch made my voice shaky.

“Yes, of course.”

I smiled down at her. “Don’t move”. With a look into her eyes I made sure she wouldn’t, then I pressed my slightly parted lips on hers and softly brushed my tongue over her luscious bottom lip. She moaned and wanted me closer, but I pulled away. I was absolutely positive that true kissing was impossible, even though sex could eventually be an option.

I glanced down at our half naked bodies and smirked. Eventually? We were far beyond eventually. There was no way back now.

My body tingled in excitement as she continued drawing hot burning lines on my chest.

Slowly wandering down until she reached my boxers, slipped in her finger casually and let it snap like I did on her before.

I reached for her panty and with an assuring glance into her eyes I pulled it down.

Her breath went uneven again and her heartbeat fastened.

“If you want me to stop just say it, okay?” She nodded hastily. I didn’t want her to be nervous or afraid about this. I bent down to kiss her softly to distract her from the probable embarrassment she was feeling.

“You’re absolutely stunning”, I whispered and tugged my arms under her shoulders so she was lying higher and closer to my chest. “And wonderful”, I placed another kiss on her upper lip. “The most adorable creature on this planet”.

Her cheeks turned warm again and she hugged herself to me, wrapping her legs around mine.

My kisses turned more passionate, my erection pushed against her. She moaned and pressed back.

I got rid of my boxers. “I love you, Anastasia”, I whispered before entering her extremely carefully.

Her answer came out in a soft moan. “I love you, too.”

Mesmerized and astonished I felt, as well as extremely satisfied and in love with the wonderful creature that laid next to me. From now on I would have a completely new view on things. I had just experienced heaven. And the main thing was: I hadn’t hurt my angel. Even though, I had to remind myself every two seconds about not letting go of myself. But that was a very acceptable negative to a very acceptable new level of our relationship.

“See?” she whispered her lips right next to my ear, her body as close as possible next to mine.

“Told ya so.”

I grinned, tugging the bedcovers tighter around us. “Yes, you were right.”

“Of course I was, did you doubt me?”

“I adore you, that’s what I do.”

She smiled at me lovingly, laying her head on my chest then and embracing me like before she woke up. After a while our breaths were in unison again. She inhaled- I inhaled. She exhaled- I exhaled.

My sleeping beauty.