Restless at Night

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
a little piece my friend wrote and I absolutly loved it.

Submitted: August 22, 2009

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Submitted: August 22, 2009

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I lay there in my bed thinking on what had just gone on that night.It was pressed into my head so hard that three hours later I lay there still awake. It was going to be another long night. After another thirty minutes of trying to find a comfortable position, I was finally tired enough to close my eyes and relax.

That is until I felt his hand on my waist, felt him lay down beside me and pull me close so that I could feel the heat of his breath on my neck. I knew it just by the feel of his touch. His body fit perfectly with mine. My heart was racing and even though at first I was nervous, I began to relax again. After several minutes passed he reached his hand under my shirt and began to move it up and down my side rhythmically, and I let out a soft pleasurable moan. His hands felt so soft, and yet strong at the same time. I never knew I could feel such a strong passionate feeling from just one touch.

I snuggled closer to him and turned around so that I looked directly into his eyes. It was a mistake I shouldn't have made,instantly I felt such a wanting for him then and when he reached his other hand down and pressed it up against my face I knew I couldn't hold myself back any longer. I lay both of my hands across his chest and pulled my body up upon his,so to where I was half way lying on him. He rapped both of his arms around me then, like someone hugs a pillow when they need to feel the warmth of something. I looked into his entrancing honey colored eyes that were full of the same passion that I felt in mine, and slowly I bent my head down to where our lips met. They moved slowly at first seeking out the warmth in each other, fitting together like puzzle pieces, like our bodies. I could taste him,he tasted like the sweetest fruit in a garden.

I began to put all my weight in him and moving my arms behind his neck I began to feel the warmth of our bodies touching one another grow hotter, and soon I could feel preparation forming on the back of my neck. Our lips began to move more urgently and our breathing became ragged. He reached his hands up my shirt again, but his time they didn't come back down. I wanted him more than anything I had ever wanted in my life, and soon I began to reach my hands up his shirt, pulling it offof him as I went. His body was one of a Greek god, perfectly sculpted in every way.

As I started thinking of a way to pull his damn shirt off of him, he grabbed my thigh with one of his arms and placed it over his waist. Then he rolled us over to where I could feel the pressure of his masculine body on my smaller form. A rush of air escaped out of me along with another moan and luckily I was able to just breath in enough oxygen before his lips found mine again. I was still trying to pull his shirt off and when I got it stuck just before his broad shoulders, I began to become annoyed and frustrated with it.

" Damn shirt," I muttered in between breaths.

He must have heard the annoyance in my voice because helet out a chuckle andpulled it off himself and lay himself back upon me again. Finally happy that his shirt wasgone I was able to feel his beautiful, defined body more freely. I could feel the way his muscles contracted as his arms tightened around me, the way his hands felt at my backside, and how free I felt when he lifted my shirt off. But as he began to lift my back up to where it was arching, I began to become worried. I loved him and I wanted this night to last forever, but I didn't wantto go to far. He knew what my thoughts were on this subject. And he knew that I was an old fashioned kind of girl.

"Aaron," I whispered to try and get his attention. "Aaron," I repeated. This time a bit louder so that he was sure to hear me.

He looked up at me and gave me a questioning look.

"You want me to stop don't you?" he asked me, like he knew what I was thinking. His voice told me that he understood, but from knowing him I could hear the little disappointment in it.

" No , it's not that I want to stop, believe me I don't." I paused and took a breath, he raised his eyebrows at me telling me to go on. "It's just that I don't want to go too far," I said in a small rushed voice and gave a weak smile.

He gave me his half smile which always makes me melt, and I knew then that he wasn't mad at me.

"Don't worry," he said in a soft and soothing voice,"I promise not to go any farther, no matter how much I do, or you , for that matter." He said the last part and let out a little moan. I put my hands around his neck again and began kissing it to let him know that we could continue.

He let out a soft, deep chuckle. " I thought you didn't want to go any further?"

"I said I didn't want to go too far, this is perfectly fine. Unless you want me to stop?" I asked this in a "dare to say yes" tone and raised my eyebrows. He smiled at me and bent his head down to where his lips touched my chest.

"No, never," he whispered.

His lips brought a fiery sensation and I leaned my head back so that he could kiss my neck. He began to move up and then back down kissing my body. Stopping only when he reached my pant line, where he couldn't proceed down any further,then he move back up.

"I was wondering," he said between each kiss," how do you feel about French kissing?"

"I've never tried it."

"Would you like to?" He gave me a mocking smile," Since you don't mind what I'm doing now I figured French kissing wouldn't be going too far either," he said exaggerating the words "too" and "far".

I was a little nervous, I had never kissed anyone before him, let alone French kiss. But even with a little fear in my voice I agreed. I was excited too, of course, I wanted to know and I wanted to learn it with him. Catching the trimmer of fear in my voice he began to reassure me.

"Don't worry, I'm a good teacher and you'll do just fine."

I laughed at this, he had better be one hell of a teacher ! he leaned down and I left my mouth a little open, not knowing what else to do. He slid his tongue in easily, and after a couple of minutes of him directing me what to do, I finally go the hang of it. His tongue tasted even more exhilarating than his lips. It was so intoxicating! I let out a deep moan of pleasure and he started to kiss faster and harder. I was so tired by now but I wanted to keep this going forever. Apparently he could sense my tiredness because he stopped and told me to get some sleep.

"No don't leave. I'm fine really. Please don't stop."I argued back.

"Rachel you're barely moving your lips any more, besides it's only half as pleasurable when you're drifting off to sleep. You need to get some sleep".Knowing that he wouldn't give in I reluctantly agreed.

" Alright, but don't leave. I don't want you to go," I said my voice drifting off into silence.

"I'll stay with you. I'll always' stay with you Rachel." He whispered this into my ear and lay down next to me again.I put my head on his chest and felt his arm come around me. I could hear him drifting off to sleep and soon, I too, fell asleep to the rhythm of his breathing.


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