A weekend´s night

Andrea’s hand came to rest over his chest. The steady breaths rising and falling with it. Samuel’s face was pressed against the pillow while his lips remained open as he took the steady breaths.

Her fingers fell over the hair that coated his skin. It was dark and curly. It felt different from the one that comprised his luscious locks. She couldn’t help but compare it.

Andrea extended her hand to his head. The hair was soft and straight. Her fingers came to the strands, tracing it from the scalp to the tip.

Samuel’s nose wrinkled a bit as a whiff of the air conditioner and its cold breeze passed over the bed. Samuel burrowed deeper into the pillow to stay warm while one of his hands grasped the covers and pulled them tighter over himself.

Andrea suppressed a giggle at this. He always got so cold during the nights. She had only noticed it when she had started staying over during the weekend nights. Not wanting to be left hanging, Andrea shifted to him and pressed her whole body against his side.

There was so much warmth emanating from him, Andrea pressed her bare breasts against him, the hardening nipples brushing and pressing against his arm.

Samuel suddenly moved, moaning slightly before taking Andrea into his arms and settled down once again. He had to be exhausted to not even open his eyes while placing her into his arms.

Andrea felt completely awake. She had just woken up two hours before the usual time.

Andrea settled her fingers over his collarbone, tracing the bone and coming to rest on the spray of dark hair that littered his chest. It spread from one nipple to the other and then coming down in a line to his belly button. The texture of the hair seemed to change as it went further down.

“Samuel,” Andrea whispered his name. It was almost inaudible, since she barely caught it herself. Andrea let the tip of her tongue press tentatively against his neck, brushing against the skin. She couldn’t help herself. She just couldn’t stop touching him. There was something about him that pulled at her with the less clothing he possessed.

She felt a throbbing sensation starting the pulse inside of herself. The ticking sensation built at her navel and spread the warmth throughout to her limbs. A movement from his body got one of his legs in between her own, parting them. Their naked skin was touching and flushing spreading to her cheeks. When he slept on his side, he always pulled to her and lay partly on top of her. It was a cage that she didn’t mind having around her.

He was exciting her by just being there and he didn’t even know it. It would be kind of evil to just wake him up because he was arousing her, but then, she was sure he wouldn’t mind the wake up call she had in mind.

Her hand started moving downward, over the plane of his hard and muscled stomach. They seemed to jump beneath her fingertips as she traced the line of his boxers as it was settled over his hips.

He was just so hard everywhere. His abdomen was defined by all of the exercising activities he always did. She in turn was physically active as well, but his hands could dig into her sides while his own throbbed underneath her touch but never wavered.

She let her hand linger over his abs as she lead her mouth to one of his nipples. She used her tongue to trace the circle and flick over the bud. He liked it a lot when she did it. Just like he drove her crazy by playing with the nape of her neck. Her throbbing increased as he hardened beneath her hands as they brushed against his now coming erection. It never seized to amaze her how easy it was for her to arouse him.

Something slipped past his lips as he settled down once again, she was sure she heard her name before a soft snore emanated from him. He had placed his hand over his head as he shifted, his feet kicking the coverlet a bit further down.

She’d probably have to do something about this. Andrea grinned at the chance since he wasn’t on his side now and more accessible.

She moved the covers away from his chest to below his navel, barely covering him, noticing his slight shiver at the loss of warmth it had provided. It probably wouldn’t matter for long since she intended to keep him warm herself. Devilishly, she let her hand slip inside of his boxers. Her fingers brushed against the hairs that nestled at the base of his anatomy and then coming in contact with the object she had originally come for.

He seemed to be cold from the loss of the cover, but that didn’t seem to affect him much when it came to the attention from her touch. He was so warm there, and getting harder by the second. It only took a brush from her fingertips to get blood rushing to the appendage as he fidgeted a bit in his sleep.

She traced the growing erection from the base to the tip, watching it grow and get itself away from the opening of his boxers to emerge triumphantly from between her fingers. She used her other hand to clutch the sac, gently massaging the testicles and watched him harden much more with it.

Andrea licked her lips before placing a kiss at the tip, letting her tongue lavish it and mix her saliva with his own moisture. The texture of his penis always amazed her, as well as the light fluid he always released slightly before he would start moaning her name and urging her on.

“Andrea,” he mumbled, his hands fisting at his sides as Samuel started to open his eyes. They widened as he realized he hadn’t been dreaming and she really was taking him into her mouth.

He groaned and slumped heavily back into his pillow as she circled the whole diameter while her teeth lightly scrapped it as well. She sucked on the tip, making him shiver as his penis went ramrod stiff at her actions. One of her hands stood at the base of his erection, keeping it upright and in place as Andrea lifted herself away from him and watched as his eyes gleamed in the darkness.

“You’re finally awake,” he throaty voice snapped him out of his trance. He extended his hand to her midriff and placed his fingers there. His hand ascended to her breast, catching the blushing colors that accompanied her skin and the warmth that spread from his hand to her body and vice versa.

“That was your intention, right?” He pulled her suddenly to himself, letting her drape over him with her breasts crushed against his pebbled nipples. Andrea grinned before kissing him thoroughly. She shared his taste with hers, her right knee brushing against his taut manhood as it bobbed from side to side as she brushed it again and again.

“Let me finish what I started,” she whispered to him before slipping downwards and taking him into her mouth again. Samuel groaned as she nibbled his erection from the bottom to his tip. She knew exactly how to get him to the tip of the iceberg and push him right over the cliff. Samuel called her name as he instinctively thrust upward to her warm mouth to keep the contact with it.

She could feel it. He was about to come. He was throbbing in her hands, and his thighs were tensing. She had paid enough attention to him every time they had done this to know that it was one of the things his body usually did before he came.

Samuel gripped the sheets of the bed, his muscles taut and heavy as he spilled himself inside of her mouth. Andrea kept licking him as his spasms subsided, swallowing the foamy substance as she licked him clean.

Andrea felt on fire as she crawled to his side and bit his shoulder. One of her arms came around his other shoulder to come to rest on his hair. She let her fingers grasp his locks and play with them tenderly as he turned his head and placed a kiss on her forehead. His breath was a bit labored still as he moved his heavy limbs over her to settle on her back.

He moved his hands slowly by her vertebrae, tracing the bones to her butt and to her shoulder blades making her shiver at the contact. It felt incredibly good to be touched like this.

“That was certainly a new way to get awoken to,” he brushed the tip of his nose against her own before pulling her closer and burying his face bellow her jaw and lightly kissing the place where her ear met her jaw. Andrea shivered as she giggled and tried to pull away to have his arms become steel rods around her and keeping her in place.

“Oh no,” he warned her as she uneffectively tried to get away. “You had your way with me and now it’s my turn.”