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London, 2022, night
Sandy paid no attention to Alex as he quietly entered the bedroom.
The small room was bathed in gentle dimness, perhaps only in the corners more disturbing shadows were lurking. Outside, just one of the neighbours' windows was still glowing, and the tiny reading lamp Alex's bedroom was equipped with focused the light only on Sandy's papers. Only thanks to this tiny lamp it was possible to see that Sandy and the bed and the white sheets weren't one big bright spot, but separate entities. And that the rather casually unbuttoned shirt Sandy was wearing was beige striped and actually belonged to Alex. The light fell just so to show the outline of her bare breast in the neckline.
The wooden floor didn't even creak under his bare feet, when Alex, all soft and homely, sneaked through these shadows.
Even the little goblin has already arrived. It took me so long today… No! You have to finish it. You are a strong, determined woman who pursues her goals.
She didn't look at him. Focused on the text, reading faster but still with comprehension.
But the rustle of cloth distracted her again. Sandy looked up over her glasses just as Alex began to take off his pyjamas.
A soft, worn out T-shirt with holes in the armpit, which light translucent material he placed carefully on the chair. Checkered flannel trousers that seemed too big for him, with its legs dangling near the floor and now hung over the backrest.
He might as well stay clothed, thought flashed through Sandy's mind, he's so cuddly in these clothes of his.
She couldn't help but glance. And again. And for the last time.
And that would be the end of being a strong woman who pursues her goals.
Alex's pale and smooth body seemed to glow in the dark, although the shadows hid important details, and the most interesting thing was obscure in the crook of the thighs. In this fascinating place that only men had, where the hips turned into v-lines and the v-lines into the crotch, and the thin trail of hair that Alex wasn't endowed with, led to the reward dangling merrily and hidden in a triangle of curls.
Oh, who are you kidding. No. No, I'm a strong woman. Maybe he'll crawl into the bed and fall asleep while I finish. The light is tiny, it shines only on my notes, and almost nothing bothers him. He will manage. He will sleep.
Determined and still sufficiently engrossed in her reading, Sandy felt, but didn't pay much attention to, when Alex - naked and ready for bed - slipped in behind her. He adjusted the blanket - her blanket - because Alex had never owned a bedspread in his life, and cuddling against her back, put his hard arm around her waist. Hard and cool to the touch, not yet warmed up by the heat accumulated under the covers. Determined and engrossed in the reading of papers for work, Sandy felt, but didn't comment on his cold feet, didn't chirp how soft he was and how nice it felt to have him next to her.
My lost teddy bear, Sandy allowed herself only one tender thought. She couldn't, shouldn't pay attention to him now. If she started thinking about him, she wouldn't stop. Besides, in a way, she already had a part of him with her - his shirt. And of course her blanket. That is, all the essentials needed to do the evening homework in bed.
For a moment it seemed Alex would really just dozed off nestled against her back. Until he raised up on his elbow, slowly brushed strand of hair from her cheek, his fingers lingered on the cold frame of her reading glasses, where it was digging into the skin behind her ear.
Maybe he won't talk to me, maybe I'll finish and he'll curl up in a ball...
She was wrong. He spoke up.
Alex refrained from commenting that she looked like an old professor in her glasses, but his slurred baritone cut through the paper-rustling silence.
"Mmmm, not sleepin' yet? Sandy, love… It's past yehr hour…"
Fuck fuck fuck, Sandy was starting to get hot. I have other senses, how could I forget...
Sandy didn't take into account that it wasn't just the sight of Alex that could distract her. Alex was a multi-sensory experience. A low, slightly mumbled rumble sent a shudder through her body. Even after all these years, it still had this effect on her.
Of course it must be past my hour if you came demanding sleep and -
Oh.
She sniffed harder.
...and you came prepared and everything in your demeanour says "baby put it down, we're gonna sleep".
A fresh smell. The sharp mint scent of toothpaste, not the coolness or the stale aroma of cigarette smoke. So, he didn't smoke before bed - what was he doing then? Was he so quiet all evening or was she so engaged in her work?
"Wait, one more sentence..." Sandy held up a warning finger.
"Do yeh 'ave to read this? All the good girls are already asleep... Take off tha' shirt or the buttons will bother meh..." His lips, soft and puffing warm breath, brushed over her shoulder. His equally soft purring whisper was distracting. Very distracting. Uh, that's it for ignoring. Little manipulator. Sandy's leg twitched, rubbing against his shaggy calf, goosebumps covering her as those distracting lips came close to her ear. "Don't yeh want a bedtime story?"
"I do," Sandy sighed, taking off her glasses and softening in his arms. "I always want one from you."
"Finish if yeh must love, I don't mind..."
Nothing really bothered Alex, especially now when he was lazily playing with her hair, brushing it from her nape so he could nuzzle his face and leave small kisses on it.
"Ugh, it's for work..." She started to explain, closing one of the folders and rubbing her eyes. "Fuck, I've read for too long and now I won't get any fucking sleep..."
"Isn't it important? Don't yeh 'ave to finish…?" Alex suddenly looked over her shoulder, pushing his body against her, his sleepy eyes instantly flashing with innocent interest as he scanned the fat pile of papers and documents. Almost like he hadn't disturbed her at all, and his whisper didn't both wake her up and put her to sleep. Steady and monotonous whispers - like white noise, the rumour of a radio, or the hum of a bus or train, which always sooner or later beguiles and lulls you to sleep.
"I always have to finish with you, darling," Sandy relented, reaching back and patting Alex's stubbled cheek. His rapidly heating body was beginning to envelop her in a soothing cocoon. Until now, she hadn't even noticed how tense she was, her muscles relaxing and slacking by the minute. Powerless, she slid her fingers over his sharp jaw, behind his ear and dug them into his shaggy, long hair in an imperative need to touch and stroke him.
"I'd finish but you'd have to leave," she murmured, closing her eyes and indulging in scratching behind his ear. Giving Alex a signal that he had her exclusive attention now, which Alex's inner cat immediately complied, absorbing all the caresses. "I read the last sentence about 5 times."
And I have no idea what it was about.
"Unless you read to me," she said casually, putting the rustling papers down on the nightstand. Alex had so little furniture in this house that she might as well have dumped everything on the floor. We live like fucking students. And this house is more like a fucking hotel, with all the people who have passed through it, coming in and out… Alex liked minimalism. Accustomed to living in hotels, he had little material needs. Unlike emotional ones.
As soon as Sandy was back into his arms, Alex wrapped them around her. Smoothly and quickly, almost like all his life he was doing only that one thing - slipping one arm under her head, squeezing her waist with the other. He squeezed nice and tight, so she felt only his, but only for a moment. A large, warm and dry hand flattened over her belly, ran up and down the fabric of the shirt, tracking the number of fastened buttons, and most likely searching for a slit to slip under the striped material. Or maybe it was just enjoying the pleasant texture of the fabric, which Alex, after a moment of sensual kneading, confirmed, purring into the crook of her neck, "This shirt is so fookin' soft... 'M so comfy in it too...?"
"Mhm, and not only in it..."
First come, first served.
Today was her turn, and the ridiculously delicate and a little too big striped shirt was on bedroom duty with her. Alex wore it to people, Sandy - around the house. Not only did he wash all his clothes in a special way she didn't care for, which made them particularly silky-like, but they smelled of him, and most of all, they were his. She could wear them and he didn't protest.
Sandy wrapped his arms around herself like in a cage, entwined crosswise and in each of his large hands her breast - one he cupped through the thin material, the other he found by slipping through the open collar and grabbing the naked body.
It was dark. It was warm. It was nice.
Maybe we'll sleep. I won't move from here anymore. No way.
And again it seemed that Alex would fall asleep after all, that he was just cuddling. And maybe for a while he really meant to just cuddle up and dozed off, but the way he cuddled was impossible to ignore. And the way he held her breast too.
He was really good at it by the way - at caressing - not like other men she had who took everything in handfuls like it were theirs and kneaded like a piece of meat. No, Alex seemed to enjoy stroking her as much as she did. He stroked gently, because he did everything gently, didn't neglect anything - neither the roundness of the shape, nor the delicacy of the skin, nor the tickling suppleness of the nipple, rubbing it from time to time with his thumb, then with the entire surface of his hand.
Yes, Alex must have lost his sleep by now.
The movement of his hand over her cleavage, the tingling feel of his fingers on her neck was perhaps lazy, but certainly not drowsy, and certainly not accidental. He certainly hadn't unbuttoned her shirt in his sleep, and he certainly hadn't exposed her arm to the cool air with some careless movement. The wet pressure of his mouth on her bare shoulder blade and hot breath was definitely not a yawn. Though she was inclined to believe the way he weighed her breasts in his hands might have been a male instinct triggered by a wet dream.
And that's your idea of falling asleep?
She felt the warmth of his body. She felt his cock twitch.
They were spooned so tight, back to stomach, feet intertwined, that she felt everything - how deep he breathed and how his belly rose slowly, how strained his arm holding her was, almost like he was afraid she might roll off the bed or the forces of darkness would dragged her into lurking shadows on the floor. His cock, cheeky and hard and so hot against her back it burned, throbbed and swelled, betraying that Alex's calmness was only apparent, sending an exciting thrill of pleasure through her. She felt his heartbeat. Too unkempt stubble scratched her shoulder again, this time unpleasantly, and she vowed to make him shave for good tomorrow.
But for now, as long as she could, and until he didn't insist he went numb, Sandy snuggled into his bicep, hard and firm, smooth and warm, into his forearm, into the crook of his elbow. Even in the dim light, she thought she could see the familiar outline of his tattoo, or at least her ear was flatten against the Sheffield rose. Sandy guided his fingers to pull herself closer to him, and held by his hands, embraced by his body, she couldn't think of anything but how perfect they fit together. Humans were made to be together, to be together like this... Each part, each swell, each dip fit together like puzzles. Nothing fits together like human bodies.
"If I didn't know you slept naked, I'd think you jumped so bare under the blankets for some other reason..." Sandy yawned and arched towards him, brushing her buttocks against the hardest part of him until Alex purred with contentment and so low she felt it all over her body. Wanting to hear that purr again, she ran her hand through his hair, scratched with her nails, closed her fingers in those long at the nape and absurdly sticking up fluffy strands. He was warm there too, close to his skin, like a cat. "Would you wake me up if I was already asleep?"
"Hmmmm," Alex just hummed into her back like a sleepy dragon, neither confirming nor denying. And he moved his hips. With her ass nestled against his pelvis, she could feel his exact size and shape. And his protruding hips too.
Oh, I love sex with you from behind, you keep me so warm and all, but god you're bony...
Satisfied Sandy writhed, snuggling into the inviting warm space of his body. She squirmed again. What's his face like? It was always hard for her to bear when she couldn't look at him directly - she wanted to see him, kiss him, maybe hug him some more. Is he sleeping? Are his eyes closed? Is he teasing me?
Almost laying on top of him, she leaned back. With a grunt, Alex turned her back so she would lay still as before. Well, not quite like before. He distracted her with a kiss on the ear, slid his hand casually up her side, tugged at her shirt and arranged its folds so they wouldn't interfere with his conception. Subtly, he shifted her leg, settling where she had been slowly throbbing since he had slid under the blanket.
Hmm, so my ass was just a stop to the final destination.
Alex's free hand travelled up, slid over the lobe of her ear, brushed the hair from her cheek, and then his fingers began to lurk at her neck. As if lost in thought for a moment, like their owner used to do, sluggishly following her pulse and the outline of her jaw.
I know you want sex, why are you lurking then? I won't be against it.
"Mmm, my misiunio…" She hummed, the velvet strands of his hair gliding between her fingers. Light as fluff on top, thicker the deeper she dug in. And slightly greasy, she guessed. Which hardly mattered because they looked good anyway.
How can you be so wonderfully shaggy? Well, just a furry animal...
Alex flinched as he always did when he heard the foreign-sounding caress word. His dick brushed against her thigh, the hard head poking lightly in the tight space between her legs.
"Mmm, 'mishunio'…" he repeated, but in his own way, which still didn't sound quite right and which always made her laugh. More rustly, without softening the ending at all. And not in such a sweet tone. "Tha' funny word again, yeh've been callin' meh so funny lately... So what, 'm not a sunshine anymore?"
"Mhm, sunshine, sunray, my sun and stars... English just isn't a soft enough language to express how soft you are."
Alex didn't seem convinced. Nor reconciled with it.
The touch of his hand on her neck was pleasant, the gentle pressure of his fingers on her pulse and the hardness behind her anchored her in reality, gave her a sense of security, stability. When Sandy closed her eyes she was starting to drift off. The lazy swaying of his hips tricked her brain into believing she was lulled to sleep to the rhythm of the rustling sheets and the murmur of bodies rubbing against each other. And in that rustling silence, Alex's every touch seemed magnified despite its gentleness, sending tingles down her spine and to her temples. Especially when those wandering fingers finally stopped lurking and began to resolutely explore everything within its reach, finally taking interest in her parted mouth.
The taste of his skin, the discreet touch, the thoughtful gliding on her slightly damp lower lip was almost like a kiss. So she responded with a kiss.
I'd eat him whole, but we're after dinner, so his thumb will have to do.
Alex let her lick, burrowing his dick against her body as she caught the springy tip between her lips, nibbling it with her teeth and tasting it with her tongue. Do you have a thumb-penis connection? Sandy's mind wandered, telling herself Alex as a bedtime story. Feeling the increasing pressure in the increasingly wet and steamy and almost non-existent space between their bodies.
The sucking didn't distract Alex at all.
It encouraged him.
Doesn't matter what he has sucked, his reaction is always the same. What a simple creature, a man… Whatever you suck, the effect is guaranteed!
The bed creaked timidly at the firm movement of Alex's hips. Ah, these male, paired finger-penis right away. I guess he has this connection though, stated Sandy, when a deep sigh into her ear brought the hairs on her nape to attention. A wet kiss made her smile, and the clenching of teeth on her earlobe with the firm thrust confirmed that Alex had indeed become very aroused.
Mhm, it was supposed to be for me - this licking. I'm doing it for myself, not for you, she laughed in her mind, trying to grab the next finger with her mouth. Every time I see these fingers, I want them, and you always indulge me.
"Oh..." Sandy blurted out indistinctly. She had her mouth full after all. "Oh..."
Everything swayed slightly and then he tickled her folds. Nudged a little harder and with the next thrust, Alex pushed between them with an obscene squeak, releasing the moisture that had accumulated there.
"Yeh got goosebumps, babeh..." Alex gasped softly, sending one more shiver through Sandy - she couldn't tell if it was from another hot breath in her ear, another thrust, or from the vibration of his voice. "Heh, it's from meh..."
Then he sighed with face buried in her hair. Every one of his slippery slides made her hips arched, calves strained and fisted his wavy curls. She could feel his entire length from tip to the hair-rough base. He was hot and smooth. Enveloped by a swollen tunnel of her delicate lips. The head was almost touching her clit as he slid up and down, massaging her. Getting wetter. Sandy too, was getting wetter between her clenched thighs. A small fire in her abdomen grew, struggling with her drowsiness. The mere implication of having sex with him was enough for her. The feeling of his hard dick was too much.
And he could put it in me already.
Greedily, she sucked his thumb deeper until it rested on the soft cushion of her tongue. Sandy could feel saliva gathering at the corner of her mouth. No, she couldn't fit another finger in, only managed to wrap her lips around it, stifling another purr of pleasure on smooth skin. With lips tingling from the touch, from the rubbing of flesh against flesh, she traced the long shape of his digit like it was the best treat, like a dog licking a fresh bone. Sucked, tickled with tongue, taste the tang of cosmetics instead of sweetness.
Oh, he put lotion on his hands, he really was going to sleep.
Alex's fingers left a wet trail of saliva on her chin and, with nothing to do in his embrace, Sandy tilted her head back and saw him above her, warm in the darkness, his head in the frame of her arm.
Hair standing up even more than usual, disheveled from her hands, falling over his forehead in a bang that hid his trademark hairline. If there was a lamp behind him, the tousled, light strands of hair behind his ears would resemble a halo. Eyes half-closed, absurdly long lashes casting thick shadows, eyebrows slightly drawn together, nose and cheekbones sharp like cut by the darkness, eyelids heavy and very bedroom. And only this hair of his gave him softness, because the expression on his face left no doubt who was in charge now. And who was horny.
He was perfect.
Sandy stroked his cheek to make sure he was real and pulled him into a kiss that tasted of toothpaste and sleep. Alex was kissing her lazily, lazily but with attention, and she couldn't wait for the moist sounds their lips were making to be joined by more.
"Would yeh mind…?" he asked suddenly in a light tone, his lips tickling her cheek. Light, like he was asking about the weather, and not just broke off a kiss, and the steady and gentle movement of his hips was rocking her to a sleepy orgasm.
What? She opened her eyes, not understanding what he meant. His warm breath was brushing her face. If you stopped now? Yes.
"Yeh did wake meh up... Once... When weh..."
Ah, that's what he's talking about. Back when we were "young".
Now he remembered and decided to answer her? And did she hear a hint of malice in his tone?
"I think... I remember wakin' up with yehr 'and on me ass more than once... or twice..." Alex swallowed audibly, burying his head between her shoulder blades. "Mmm love, yeh used to 'ave this habit of turnin' meh onto me back and, and like…" Sandy was sure that if he could, he would be gesticulating right now, trying to find the right word. "Sometimes I 'ad tha' feelin' like a demon… Succubus…" He said with emphasis and she felt him smile. "... was sittin' on me chest..."
Oh, he woke her too, but she woke him more often. Over the years, they'd had a different sleeping rhythm, and that time when his bed and home were still new and his body so familiar yet still strange in the night next to her, on his strange bed… That time was intense. When during these few months her sleep was still light, and the mere sight of him was enough to...
"Because you sleep so beautifully - on your tummy with your bum up..." Sandy smiled into the pillow, that meant his arm, squeezed his hand. "Wait..." Something didn't feel right. She wanted to turn around to look at him. "You don't remember everything? You slept through sex with me…?"
"Ah, good dreams..." Sandy was sure he blinked lazily before answering her. That gruffy tone must have teased her. Unlike his hips, which didn't waver for a moment, as if moving to the rhythm of old memories, sweet and insatiable. Slowly, lazily, towards a pleasurable excitement, not a desperate orgasm. In these memories, they couldn't do that yet.
A nervous dog barked in the distance of the neighbourhood. Then the hum of silence was interrupted only by the buzzing of a light bulb.
"Yeh watched meh sleep..." Alex drawled after a long moment, savouring the idea. His voice didn't disturb the peace. "Oh, and then yeh woke meh up and weh 'ad sex, right?"
"Well, not always..." Sandy admitted, closing her eyes again.
Did I really never tell him that?
"Sometimes I just stared..." she mumbled into his skin. "It was enough to just stare - but it happens to the partners of beautiful people..."
She wasn't the only one - Delon's wife or lover admitted she did it too. But could anyone blame them?
The light of the lamp played under her eyelids as Sandy snuggled closer to him and surrendered to his caresses. Alex wrapped his arms around her waist, never stopping spooning her. His kisses were soft and warm on her neck, a contrast to how hard he was between her legs, how hard the head of his cock was rubbing against her entrance. Almost going in, but not quite yet. So hard, so wet and so slippery. Sweet tension and pressure when he was almost in, but the widest part not yet slipping there, and she could almost feel that delightful filling and stretch. And then he withdrew. Tension and pressure. Sandy swore she could almost come from that lazy slipping.
It was impossible to decide if she wanted an orgasm or that massage to never end. For their unhurried bubble to never burst.
Tension and pressure. The outside world didn't exist now. The murmur of sheets. No distractions. The smell of a warm bed. Alex lying still, puffing through his nose. Slick noises of sex. The steady rocking of the body behind her.
The tension became unbearable, like sweet torture. Maybe she would come, maybe she wouldn't. It was too slow. She wanted to come. And for him not to stop. Now it was good. And it would feel even better. She wanted to feel that "even better".
And Sandy clenched and arched in a natural, instinctive movement, trying to catch him. Pull him in. Hold him inside. Oh. He slid in, but only the tip. She clenched again, feeling how hard he was thrusting against her walls, finally stretching them.
"Alex.." she purred.
He was shallow, gently pumping, but his shape, his slippery hotness, everything was clear. Muscles melted with pleasure. Sandy couldn't stop soft moaning as a thrill of pleasure spread between her legs, her whole body tingling and vibrating. Tuned only to pleasure and his cock. Feeling only him.
"Want you inside me..." she pleaded in a whisper.
It was getting warmer under the blanket. The sheets were no longer slippery and smooth, and when Sandy took her hand from Alex's hair to throw the blanket off and a wave of cool air swept over them, she noticed how much they had already sweated. She had no doubts that this all must end with an orgasm.
And when Alex entered her, it actually felt like a little orgasm. She finally experienced that whole fat head and that divine stretch. And he filled her to the end and thrusted where he should and where she wanted him and where he belonged. Oh, Alex must have been enjoying it too because he moaned just like she did.
They swayed slowly. He went in and out. Shallow. In and out. He seemed huge from this angle, or she was so tight in that position. The head poked between her folds, no longer rubbing, no longer asking for permission. She bent her leg in the invitation. Open and fully accessible. Alex buried his face in her hair, his arm tight around her waist, his other arm still under her head, under her curls, on her neck, ear, and jaw. Not impatiently, but significantly, he threw her thigh over his hip.
He went in and then pulled out and hung for a moment at her entrance, radiating warmth. For a brief moment, it seemed like Alex wanted to go somewhere else, and the thought was exciting. I'm wet, maybe that would be enough. The angle was perfect, she would let him, though it was so troublesome.
Alex slid his hand up her thigh, held her leg higher.
And impaled her on his cock. He plunged straight into her and kept a fast pace, until he got tired. The bed creaked and bodies jumped and slammed against each other. Fast prodding was replaced by longer, deeper and more precise thrusts. Sandy arched and Alex wrapped his whole arm around her, his elbow digging into her belly, biceps flexing around her waist, fingers tightening on her chest. Back in the cage of his arms, but this time they were separating, even restraining her from rolling away in the darkness from his rough pumping. They both sighed and Alex shoved his cock deeper as she reached down to caress herself. Touching them both, her fingers brushing his length, feeling his dick slide into her.
Sandy didn't register if she whispered "harder" or if he said it or if he asked her and she agreed, but Alex raised himself on one elbow and towered over her again. Having all the mobility. All the power. His hand joined hers, covering it with his veined surface. His fingers were as damp as hers, probably laced with sweat. She wasn't sure. It was sticky between her legs and she felt like she was about to melt.
Electricity coursed through her body from the first pressure of his thumb on her clit. At the second pinch of his fingers, she had to yank her hand away, and she probably whimpered. Oh yes, it was time to melt. Alex was whispering something into her back, or he was just puffing so nicely. His thumb twirled another circle around her swollen flesh, and Sandy clutched both hands in his hair as she came. Holding her almost painfully tight as spasms shook her whole frame, Alex stifled a growl.
Alex came a moment after her, in her pussy still twitching and fluttering from endless orgasm. Loudly letting out a held breath, he pushed into her as deep as he could until she groaned, sliding them over the crumpled sheet. Sandy's leg came down, crushing Alex's thigh between. Her big toe met his cold and slightly sticky foot. She wriggled, the hair on his thigh as rough as hers on an unshaved calf. A little from this scratchy roughness, a little from a fading spasm of pleasure, Sandy tensed all over. The heat that had just pierced her body was turning into a pleasant warmth.
"Sandy… Sandy..." Alex gasped into the tangle of her hair, still catching his breath and nuzzling her like an undecided puppy. "That's enough... Let go of meh hair..."
She relaxed her grip. But she didn't let go.
It wasn't until they rolled more to one side, still intimately connected, that she had to withdraw her hands. Even when Alex unceremoniously removed his arm from under her head and nearly lay on her, his dick inside her didn't slip out. Little son of a bitch. Mm, it was almost brutal. You probably would have lasted longer if you hadn't gone numb, Sandy thought as she rolled in a tangle of hair and knots into the pillow. Pulling the blanket over himself, and covering her with his body, Alex also threw his thigh over her. Sinking under its weight into the mattress, Sandy felt manhandled. Pleasantly manhandled.
And they lay like that. She didn't squirm to prevent any leaking, and he didn't pull his cock out to avoid smearing any of them with a wet dick. But still, over a dry throat Sandy said, "Don't move... I don't want to change the sheets..." And I'm comfortable here with you. And you don't like sleeping on the wet. "We didn't put the sex towel down, don't wriggle."
"Will yeh get up?"
"Mm, I'm going to go clean up now, and I still have to pee."
"Mmm, meh too..."
They didn't get up.
Raindrops tapped on the window pane. The scent of sweat and sex mixed with the scent of sheets, the now-weathered smell of lily of the valley, which, fresh out of wash, was sometimes too strong for Sandy. Alex sighed and began to puff through his nose as if he was already sound asleep. He was a grateful sleeping partner - took up little space, didn't steal the blanket, was happy to cuddle, and possessed a magical ability to turn from side to side without screwing over a duvet.
"Yeh won't rest," Alex remarked in a bedroom whisper.
I wonder why?
"Yeah, you distracted me, my pretty one," Sandy tried to stretch carefully, though she didn't really have the mobility. She tried to ignore that some of her body was slipping out from under Alex's protective shell. "But I'll fall asleep now with no problem, don't worry."
"Think I found yeh a better reason to stay awake," she felt the kiss of his words on her bare shoulder. Alex didn't even try to hide his male pride. "But will yeh still read...? Didn't yeh 'ave to end it? All those important papers of yehrs..."
Alex chattered as if he wanted, like a child, to postpone the need for sleep. Afraid of the coming day, although it seemed distant and unreal and not scary at all when they were in their sticky embrace. In their bubble.
"No more important than you," Sandy yawned, not resenting him. He was cute when he missed her. "Or sleep."
"What time do yeh get up? Like always?" Alex ran his nose down her back. The vibration of his voice pierced her skin. He was also charming when the details of everyday life eluded him. "Do I 'ave to get up with yeh?"
"Would you sacrifice yourself?" He didn't have to get up with the sparrows like she did and yet each time Sandy watched with fascination how those two thoughts fought in him - I don't want to, but I would. "The question is what time do you get up, sunshine?"
"Later, after yeh," he mumbled into her back, then added more clearly, "I'll see yeh in the morning, kiss yeh goodbye… But I won't make yehr eggs."
"I don't like your eggs."
"Mhm."
But Sandy was already looking forward to the morning. Of course Alex shouldn't get up with her, he would only get puffy eyelids. Let him sleep, he'll be prettier. But the moment she put on her shoes and he came out disheveled and soft and naked and smelling of sleep was her favourite part of the day. He nuzzled her neck, still warm, breathing dirty teeth against her cheek, and then went not to shave. Immediately the world seemed like a bright and good place, and though it was harder for her to walk out the door, the duties ahead didn't seem so burdensome.
"Should I set my alarm half an hour earlier and wake you up with a blowjob in the morning? Or that won't be enough time?" She said, slightly annoyed, to provoke him. Crushed between the bed and his chest, her hands were beginning to itch from lack of circulation.
Would I agree if you asked? Why would I agree? Because you would like to get that blowjob. I know you would. Sorry Alex, adult life.
For a fleeting moment, she was sure something in Alex twitched at the thought of a blowjob in the morning, maybe a dick, or maybe an arm, or maybe a leg, like he wanted to jump up saying - "wait, maybe I'll reach for that alarm clock after all."
"No, I'd rather sleep, 'm too old." He breathed on the nape of her neck, squeezing her tighter. He doesn't think we're actually going to sleep like that, does he? "I don't 'ave to go anywhere this morning."
But I have to. It's time to finish.
The foot that was not hidden under the corner of the blanket was painfully cold, a rivulet of sweat that had its source under her knee seemed to freeze on her calf. And Sandy wanted to pee. As she squirmed and wriggled, Alex insolently pulled her closer in a gesture that made it clear - "don't go yet, you're still mine". Then, just as insolently, he slid his hand under the forgotten folds of her shirt and began to stroke her back.
"You sweet burden, you're suffocating me, my little one," she gasped into the pillow. Or rather to the pillow because Alex ignored her.
"I'll phone," he admitted after a moment.
"To Geneva?"
"To the Queen of Britain," he replied in a deadly serious tone, tickling her with his hair.
What is he doing on my back? Fawning?
"You're going to ASMR people," Sandy rocked with genuine laughter, trying to get Alex off her in the process. Ineffective. The only thing missing from her was his dick and probably a trickle of sperm. Soft and wet, it flattened against her ass.
Alex dropped a name she didn't recognize and said, "Mate doesn't like talkin' to meh, he'll probably want to meet..."
He doesn't like ASMR? Or those long pauses, when you feel like you've hung up or passed out?
"But pick yeh up at five?" He made sure, almost like his own plans didn't matter and the mate who didn't like ASMR had no choice but to start to like it. "Cause weh're not goin' to lunch?"
"No, I won't be in time for lunch," she yawned, writhing as she tried to free her hand. Or leg. Or anything. She was suffocating here.
He was delightful. He was shaggy. He was impudent. He had too much power over her, lying on top of her like that.
"Weh'll eat where we always do or at yehr grandma's..." Alex rambled. Long, breathy and purringly, but he was rambling. He struggled to start a sentence and finish it as if he was running out of air. Now she was sure. He begged her not to get up. He thinks I'll forget that I need to pee? "But if yeh don't want to or can cause yehr bra will chafe yeh or somethin', then call meh, I'll get takeaway. Weh'll eat at 'ome..."
"Mmm, you're going to call me and do an ASMR for me… Call, not text," she emphasised. "I'll pick it up. And now..." Clenching her thighs, she started rolling to the side of the bed. He won't convince me, even by stroking my back. "Come on, it's time to wash the cunt, if we go to sleep now, maybe we'll make it in time for that blowjob in the morning."