Thunder Clap
It woke him suddenly like a sudden clap of thunder; desire or perhaps lust. Whatever it was, he was awake now and aroused, powerfully aroused. As his mind began to clear, he tried to recall what he had been dreaming of. Had he his dream been so erotic as to drive him to this state; no, not really. And yet here he was.
His first thought was her; lying next to him, gently breathing in and out, but an inadvertent glance at the clock deterred him. It was early or late, depending on your prospective. Either way time was not on his side. But, then again maybe it was.
He had a few choices. The first he discounted immediately. Ignore it. That was going to be impossible.
He could quietly ease out of bed, go to the bathroom and take care of himself. He knew he could get it done quickly. There was lube in the bathroom that they used on certain occasions. He could lube up, stroke it off and be back in bed with enough time left to catch those last few precious moments of sleep. And this sleep would be even better once he expended that energy, bled it off, so to speak. No need to wake her.
He didn’t expect her to stir, to roll over into his arms. He didn’t expect her hand to touch, lightly grip it, like she knew it was there. Was she dreaming? Had she been having the exact same dream that woke him? She didn’t seem fully awake, but the action of her hand seemed very deliberate, very encouraging.
Only a moment ago, he prepared to handle this situation on his own. Now he had an ally, perhaps a semi-conscious ally, but an ally, nevertheless.
Thunder
He eased her back down onto her pillow. Her warm thighs welcomed him; parting as his body pressed against her. He joined with her with the familiar ease that only long-time lovers have. There was no heavy thrashing, no grunting or heavy breathing. This was a slow and gently dance that they had done before. Not necessarily at this hour of the morning, but the rhythm was the same.
She climaxed before him, gripping and holding him in place, keeping his energy focused on that one spot and then she relaxed, slowly relaxed. His release was stronger, more violent. She held on to him much in the same way; wanted to receive all that he had to give. When it was over it was his turn to fold himself into her arms.
They lay there quietly catching their breath, letting sleep overtake them, but knowing that it wouldn’t last for long.
The storm rolled out without a sound. There were no thunder claps or flashes of lightening across the night sky. The alarm didn’t startle them like it did most mornings. They never really got back to that deep peaceful slumber, but this was better. This was much better.
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