1. All I Need


    Date: 8/23/2015, Categories: Flash Erotica, Author: Saucymh, Rating: 20, Source: LushStories

    With thanks to JWren for the editing and support. Five in the morning. Wide awake, I listen to the gently stirrings of a new day; bird song, a car engine revving, the distant rumble of a passing train. The central heating pipes twang softly into life. The metallic tap-tap plays a staccato rhythm, syncopated against a blackbird’s intricate, floating melody. Beyond my curtains, dawn’s pale fingers reach above the horizon to paint the clouds in hues of palest yellow and pink. The sun creeps stealthily into view, its warming rays diluting the inky blackness until it melts into brightest, daylight blue. I roll over. The brushed cotton pillow case caresses my cheek while the soft duck-down cradles my sleepy head. A smile creases the corners of my mouth as my gaze falls upon a sight I thought I’d never see - you. I rub my eyes, not quite believing what I’m seeing, but your image doesn’t fade. You’re here, right beside me, deep in slumber with the most wondrous look of contentment upon your face. I’ve waited so long for this moment: countless days, sleepless nights. Carefully, gently, my fingertips brush your cheek. I’ve no wish to wake you, I simply have to check that it’s you who lies there dreaming, not me. Your flesh is soft, warm to the touch, real. Edging closer, I breathe in deeply. Your scent fills my nostrils, the aroma as delicious as hot chocolate on a winter’s day. I inhale again, savouring the essence. Lightheaded, my heart drums against my ribcage, the rhythm frantic, ...
    excited. I long to touch you, my lips desire a collision with yours. Leaning over, I plant the lightest kiss upon your mouth. You murmur a response, an incomprehensible babble of words accompanied by a fleeting smile. Your eyelids flutter momentarily, your hand reaches out…but sleep has you safely wrapped in its arms and doesn’t let go. The hand drops and you roll away from me, returning to your dreams. Propped on one elbow, I watch you breathe. I’m mesmerised by the steady rise and fall of your chest and the gentle hiss of each escaping breath, a sound so pure and peaceful. Our messages, explicit though they were, never mentioned those tiny, yet powerfully erotic, noises - the rustle of your shirt, the deep, throaty groan when we kiss, your ‘purr’ when I nuzzle your neck. I had no idea a single grunt could trigger burning desire within me, or that the whisper of my name would send delightful shivers racing through both body and mind. Snuggling down against you, I slide my arm around your torso. You shift position and, still sleeping, take my hand. Our fingers entwine, linking together as inextricably as our hearts. I rest my head against you and close my eyes. I often imagined we’d lie together this way. I willed us to overcome our inhibitions, take the plunge and set a date. Yet the moment of actuality still took me by surprise. I’d resigned myself to playing it safe, loving you from afar and never seeking a physical union. Too risky. Too much at stake. Now, squeezing you ...
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