Different in the Dark (Couple X) by Becky Young

Different in the Dark
    His palm drifts under my t-shirt, light strokes on my tummy his signal that he wants me to wake up. I will, but I’m warm under the duvet and sleep feels too good to shake off completely. This is part of the game, anyway, so I wiggle back against him, letting him play, but ignoring his shifting movements to get me on my back. I know that if I roll over, my hand will wrap around his cock, and that would nice, but instead we’ll do this and it will be even better. He chuckles in my ear and I bite back a smile.
    “Are you awake?”
    It’s more fun if I don’t answer. It doesn’t matter, because we both get off on the fact that he’s touching me, stroking me with fingers that don’t care if I’m awake or not as long as I’m getting wet. Sometimes I’m able to stay still until after he thrusts into me, and I pretend to be confused and scared, but it’s hard to stay passive that long. Hard to keep my hands off him. My mouth.
    He pulls me tight against him, settling me in the crook of his body, his cock long and hard against my panties. I wore pajama pants to bed, he must have taken them off before I woke up. I want to wiggle again, I love the feel of him flexing between my ass cheeks, but that’s not tonight’s game, so I hold still, hoping for that twitch to happen on its own. When it does, I almost gasp out loud from how much it turns me on, that simple wordless communication of want. Of need.
    His hand cups my left breast, his thumb grazing the nipple and I feel myself swell in response. I know that my pussy lips have parted, a sliver of space created for my swollen clit. If his fingers move south, he’ll feel the moisture even before parting my pink folds, and i’m sure he knows that, but he’s only just started with my nipples. I know he won’t finger me until I give in, until I’m wet and panting, begging to be fucked, desperate for penetration.
    He drags his thumbnail around my areola, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. I can’t help but shiver and his low, deep laugh reminds me that while I’m slowly being spun out of my mind, he’s still fully in control. The next swipe of his thumb is softer, fleshy pad down, directly on my erect nipple this time. Almost a flick, but slower, up and down. From below the nipple, pausing at maximum stretch of my aching peak, over the top and then back down with another pause, the flat of his thumb pressing my nipple as if it was my clit and I can feel it so acutely between my legs it might as well be. He reaches across my chest with his ring finger, his thumb never ceasing its ministrations, to tweak my right nipple in a matching pattern. I groan under my breath.
    “You must be so wet for me. You can’t help it.”
    I nod. My eyes are still closed, but I’m about to start rocking back against his cock, I know it. My body is aching for more all over. I give in to the urge and press my ass into his lap, my neck into his mouth, my breasts into his hands, my pussy into...and as if he knows that I’ve run out of points of contact, he rolls me onto my stomach, his left hand still in constant motion against my tits. With his other hand, he jerks my hips into the air, or where the air would be if he wasn’t pressed flat on top of me. He arches his back to make room and slips behind me to press his erection solidly between my legs.
    “I’m going to take you like this tonight.”
    I don’t know if he means my pussy, my ass, or both, and I don’t care, I just want him inside me. I grind back against him and he slides his hand out from beneath my body. I’m so wound up I don’t care, the sensation of my heavy breasts moving against the fabric of my shirt and the bed beneath me enough to keep me spinning. He pushes my shirt up my back, then slides his palms down my spine, to my panties, and with a hook of his thumbs, takes those over my hips and down to my knees. Sometimes he leaves them there, binding my legs together, but tonight he