Ambien

Day ending. Tired as hell. Ready to go to sleep but can’t.

My mind was roaming freely jumping from subject to subject. I thought about the details of my exhausting and eventful day.

I got up. Brushed my teeth. Did my hair and makeup. Got dressed. Headed out to the recreation center to teach adults that creative expression is a matter of the heart not the mind. Enjoyed lunch with my best friend. Went back to work to teach kids that paint is not food, no matter how appetizing it looks. Came home. Waited for Nathan to get home while I cooked dinner. Had dinner and discussion with the hubby….

I lay in the bed tossing from thought to thought. I think about how good Nathan looked coming out of his work clothes.

Damn he looks good, I think to myself. You would think after almost five years of marriage I would be tired of looking at him naked, but I’m not. First he takes off his shoes and leaves them in that nook in the hallway by the door, like always. He takes off his jacket and starts to hang it over the chair until he sees me looking at him, then decides against rebellion and hangs it neatly in the coat closet down the hall from our bedroom. I’m sitting on the bed fiddling with my phone when he finally enters into the bedroom, taking his button down shirt off.

“Ugh, why can’t I turn my brain off and go to sleep?” I said out loud.

He takes his shirt off, followed by his pants. My eyes are trained on him like a sniper on its target. I stare at him intently watching the bulge in his boxers, licking my lips. I imagine wrapping my lips around his dick and doing that thing with my mouth that drives him crazy until he begs me to stop.

He laughs at me concentrating on him. “Why do you always stare at me like a ‘Peeping Tom’?”

“I didn’t know it was a problem. ‘Scuse me for enjoying the view,” I laugh out loud.

I’m horny and want to have sex, but I’m also tired and I know he is too so I don’t make any sexual attempts. I slowly start to wish I had at least grabbed for his dick before turning out the light.

Day ended. Frustrated as hell. Ready to go to sleep but can’t. I toss and turn and turn and toss.

“Boo. What’s the matter? You’re making the bed shake more than an earthquake” he says.

“All I want to do is go to sleep, but I am too horny to drift off and I’m not sure if masturbating will take care of it tonight,” I tell him.

I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, my hand inching towards my fuzzy cove. I decide against the self gratification and begin to turn on my side. Nathan slyly slides down until he is face to face with my pussy. He lifts my left leg over his shoulder, makes himself comfortable, and begins to lick my pussy. Instantly I moan because he is giving me what my body has been craving all day…release. He starts with slow, sensual licks with the tip of his tongue across my outer pussy lips. I shiver.

He accompanies the sensual licks with sporadic moments of French kissing my pussy. I shutter. I open my legs more to allow him better access, putting my hands on his head to instruct him when he finds the hidden hot spots. He is really getting into our session of cunnilingus because I can hear him moan from within me. The sensation starts to take over and I am grinding my hips into his face, not wanting him to stop.

‘Oh dear Lord thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Oh My God. Please don’t stop.’ I think to myself.

He puts me in his signature position. I turn on my side, one leg under the weight of his upper body the other high into the air. He eats my pussy sideways. Slowly he inserts one finger, then two into my now sodden pussy. He is taking me over the edge and I like it. He slowly glides his fingers in and out of me to the same rhythm of his mouth assaulting my pussy. My moans and groans the soprano to our nocturnal orchestra. I can feel myself drifting away to another world, a world where multiple orgasms are a constant.

My body contorted under his arms, I wrap my right leg around his neck and grind harder into his face. He wants me to cum and cum hard, I try not to disappoint.

‘Oh God if. He. Puts his mouth….ooooh yes!’

He puts his whole mouth over my swollen clitoris and begins to lightly suckle on it as if it were my nipple. It’s driving me wild. My thoughts become incoherent.

‘Fuck. Fuck. Oh Shit. Fuck. Oh. Oh Oh.’

With one final suckle and thrust from his fingers, I squirt sweet nectar into his mouth. I cum with such force that I lose myself for several moments as the waves of please overpower me.

Nathan is past the point of being horny. My body doesn’t get the opportunity to take a deep breath before he is swinging my body around to meet his. He pulls me towards him, ass half hanging off the bed. He grabs my legs from underneath and lifts me to meet the thrusts of his dick.

I think to myself, in between orgasms: ‘I guess his dick got jealous of his mouth.’

He pounds into me with force, either determined to get another powerful orgasm out of me or trying to rid his body of tension as well. I roll my hips with his each thrust. I rub on his chest and reach for him to kiss me. He unlocks my legs from his hold and I wrap them around his waist. We adjust ourselves, while still hinged, and he positions himself directly above me giving me the kiss I requested. We kiss intensely for a while as he slow grinds into me.

“I love you,” He says to me breathlessly.

“Mmmm. I love you too,” I say to him in between moans.

We leave the formality behind as we switch into a new position. We move horizontally in the middle of the bed. I lay on my stomach with him laying on top of me. He humps me from behind. I feel a new wave every time his dick inches out of my pussy and then slams back into it. I start to lose my mind.

‘Oh my goodness. He is fucking me retarded right now.’

I grab the sheets as I lift my ass to give him more access. He grabs my hips and thrusts into me. Going in and out at the same tempo of our combined moans. He’s like a drug to me right now, I can’t get enough of him but if we don’t stop now I’m going to be addicted.

There is urgency in his thrusts now, my body is past satisfied, he announces to me that he is about to arrive and I tell him I’m right behind him.

‘Cum baby. Cum baby. Cum.’

With the last of his energy he beats my pussy senseless until he has arrived at our destination. I howl with excitement. We collapse. Really it was more like I laid flat, exhausted, and he collapsed on top of me.

He raises up to go to the bathroom to clean himself up and fix me a warm washcloth. Being the gentlemen he is, he cleanses me with care. Once finished he takes the wash cloth to the hamper in the bathroom.

By the time he returns, I am asleep having fantastical adventures in dream land.