Sarah rolls onto her back, pulling the blanket up, tucking it tightly under her chin in her effort to seal out the cool, winter breeze coming through her dorm room window. She doesn’t get up to shut the window because that would mean leaving Kris’s warm body, which is pressed up against her right side, as Kris lays, also on her back, blankets tight under her chin. Sarah lies there, quietly listening to the soft sound of Kris’s breathing. Awake now, and thinking sexual thoughts, Sarah slowly moves her hand away from the blanket, down her own body, drifting lightly over her cold-hardened nipples, to her waste, then across the bed to the warm thigh pressing up against her own.

As Sarah’s hand floats easily across Kris’s thigh, a low moan escapes from her lover, indicating that Kris is at least partially awake. Slowly, Sarah works her hand, palm flat, across Kris’s thigh, then down towards her knee, then slowly back up. Sarah knows just how to slowly stir Kris’s desires, how to turn a light, comforting touch into that delicious tension that is endlessly pleasant to finally release. As Sarah’s hand continues her trip, now returning back up the leg, inching slowly closer to the inside of Kris’s thigh, working under the light pajama shorts that Kris wears, Sarah starts to hear more moans coming from the other woman – increasingly alert moans, increasingly sensual sounds.

Sarah continues her caresses, and Kris’s moans deepen. Sarah closes her eyes and smiles, satisfied that her advance is welcome, even in the middle of the night. With renewed vigor, permission now wordlessly granted, Sarah flips over onto her side so that she is facing her love, hovering above her. Gently, Sarah brings her hand up to tangle in the soft curls between Kris’s legs. With a light, gentle touch, Sarah plays in the field of curls, teasing, touching, and enjoying herself.

Sarah’s fingers move slowly over Kris’s warmest spot, occasionally tangling in the fine, brown curls, then scratching lightly, finally smoothing over them, alternating between various touches and intensities. Kris continues to lay still, eyes closed, but she begins releasing more and more of those soft little moans. As Sarah feels Kris’s wetness begin to escape the confines of her curls, the moisture between her own legs increases as well – Sarah can barely take any more of this quiet, still love making. Firmly, Sarah parts Kris’s folds, and slips her finger inside of her. A much louder groan escapes Kris’s lips, and this time she pushes her hips forward to meet Sarah’s hand. Slowly, Sarah’s thumb moves up through the slick folds of skin, steadily reaching for the little bump that she knows is eager to be touched. As Sarah’s thumb glides over Kris’s most sensitive spot, Kris bucks once uncontrollably. Sarah sighs, glad to have found her goal, and then carefully begins messaging it slowly, firmly.

As her fingers move in and out of Kris’s slick walls, her thumb carefully caresses her special spot. Kris begins to move more, pushing her hips to press herself against Sarah’s hand, moaning and moving her head from side to side, lost in the oblivion of Sarah’s touch. Finally, suddenly, Kris reaches her climax, raising her head and shoulders off of the bed, shuddering as Sarah works her through wave after wave of pleasure, gently guiding her down and back to the bed.

“Mmmm. Good morning,” Kris manages as she continues to concentrate on breathing. Sarah smiles, “it’s not morning. It’s like…” she cranes her neck to see the clock then continues, “it’s 3am.” Kris slowly opens her eyes, breathing more normally now, she glances at the clock. “Hmmmm,” Kris begins, then pulling herself up she leans over Sarah, pushing Sarah onto her back and into the blankets. “Now that I’m up,” Kris continues, but instead of finishing her thought she leans in and kisses Sarah gently, but firmly, on the lips. Sarah smiles into Kris’s lips, as Kris’s hand begins to roam down Sarah’s body.

His preference for her company became palpable as the night wore on. She was moved to the head of the table, to his right where he served her champagne from silver trays and fed her strawberries, which she took delicately from his fingers with her tongue, scraping his fingers with her teeth in invitation. She smiled sweetly, and her eyes twinkled. He had a way with his words and when he turned on the charm and made compliments towards her, a blush of innocence would rise through her features, along her neck, and across her flawless bosom.

This both excited and encouraged him, for sure, never had anyone responded to him so naturally, hung so fully on his words, or watched his lips with such an entreaty in her eyes. Likewise, his nature responded to her in a way that exceeded mere desire. He had wanted women before, and, as a man of position, had managed to have his way with them, but looking at her he knew that just to spend the night with her would never be enough. He needed to own her, to consume her. He knew the match was far beneath him, but to imagine her looking at another with such fondness in her eyes was too much to bear.

Their marriage bed was saccharine and idyllic. He kissed her gently tracing all her fine features. Her eyes lids, high forehead, neck. She released a sigh which shuddered through her body and tickled across the skin of his shoulder as she raised her head from the pillows. His fingers entwined in the long, dark curls that he loosed from their bridal knot; they ran like silk down her shoulder and across his chest. As he took her nipples in his mouth, feeling them harden against the moistness of his lips and the gentle sting of his teeth, she moaned, and arched her back pressing her hips against his. Her body trembled with want, but it did not dispel the fear in her eyes.

She was a virgin, tight and hot against his desire, and he longed to take her with all the urgency his need demanded. Though the necessity in his groin rose to meet the throbbing heartbeat he felt in the soft skin of her thigh against his side, he held himself back taking her only as she moistened and softened between his fingers, and then with great tenderness, he entered her slowly. He would not ruin the sweetness of the moment that it might bear repeating. She basked in those simple words, “I love you,” as they were spoken muffled into her shoulder.

As they both lay damp with the sweat of exertion, and the soft exhaustion which remains after all one’s bodily desires have been satisfied, he pulled her to him and felt the curve of her body against his. Her breast swelled white, nipples pink and hard, still evidence of the passion that had racked through her body. God she was lovely.

She could not help but notice his appraising gaze and returned it with one of her own. She reached down and cupped him in her hand, weighing the balance of her prize, and enjoying the powerful tension in his thighs, and the strong curve of his shoulders as they moved into his back. He was sculpted like the statue of David and, she could not help but notice, was becoming equally hard. She was surprised by the speed with which he rallied, and rolled atop him to encourage his passion.

His eyes widened with surprise as she settled her weight lightly across his hips and ran her nails gently across his chest. She smiled with a strange mixture of sweetness and seduction, bending to kiss him, the smooth firm halves of her buttocks moving to cup the hard roundness of his swelling desire. She bent and kissed him teasingly biting his lower lip, her hair trailing down his chest as she rose, taking him in slowly, and deeply. He groaned; as she started to speed up! He could do nothing but let her take control, losing himself in the rhythm pulsing in the tight confines of her maidenhood. He rose to meet her as she raised and lowered herself, tightening as she reached her own pleasure, throwing back her head as she grinded against him in animal want. Together they found the ultimate freedom of mind and body, as they came, one with another, in perfect unison.