I woke up sweating under the heavy tangled covers, gasping with desire, my nipples hardened to little buds aroused by the feeling of the sticky sheets rubbing against them. Was it a dream? I couldn’t remember, but I felt needy and brought my hands to my nipples, rubbing with my palms in a circular motion, tweaking them roughly with my fingertips as I arched my back in need of something more. I rolled over to Him, but He was fast asleep His heavy even breaths usually put me at peace, but now they were a reminder that I wouldn’t get what I needed so badly.
Frustrated, I rose groggily from the warmth of the bed, the sheen of sweat on my body turned icy in the cold winter air of our bedroom. I shivered. If it were light, I might swear I could see my breath coming in desperate pants. I didn’t bother to dress against the cold air, I’d only be out from the protection of our cocoon for a moment. I padded into the living room, stepping silently and carefully like a cat so as not to wake Him. The dying embers of the fire illuminated my path to the bathroom providing a small respite from the cold as I passed by.
On my way back to my haven of warmth, I stoked the fire and added another log. If He woke up early, He would be grateful not to have to start it anew. I stalked into the darkened bedroom and quietly closed the door behind me eyes wide trying to see in the inky blackness. The silence of the night was eery and I sped up my pace to get back under the covers and into the warm pool His body provided me.
I felt something grab my arm, twisting it behind my back roughly and then I felt a hand at my throat, a thumb pressing into the line of my jaw. Frightened, I went to swing my other arm at my attacker, twisting violently before I recognized His smell. My body instantly relaxed into His grip, my gasping breaths slowed. I melted into Him, His warmth radiating through His hands on my arm, into my chest and belly, and down to the spot between my legs. He never said a word, He simply reached up and grabbed my hair, tangling in between His fingers, and He pushed my face into the bed, the soft blankets cushioning me and tickling my hardened nipples. He entered me in a swift and silent motion, His hips pressing into mine, the tip of His cock kissing the deepest parts inside of me. I moaned into the darkness seeking out my release, my attacker, my love taking what He wanted from me, and giving me what I needed.