Making the Bed

As sunlight streams across the lids of my eyes, I come into awareness. A hand instinctively rises to shield them. I hear a soft snore behind me and I slightly roll. I smile a wild grin when I see you there. Sleeping. Should be after last night. I grin wider and then a deep blush creeps up my chest and neck. We were completely unhinged last night.

What was it exactly that got us going? Was it the days of denial before hand? The costumes we were wearing? The haunted house adrenaline? The small fight at the party? Some other thing that my drunken self cannot recall?

I sigh as I watch you sleep, the space between my legs heating and dampening all at once. I trace a line along your jaw down your neck. You turn your head ever so slightly. I giggle quietly in my throat. I run my fingers feather light across your eye lids, you shake your head with a jerk and your breathing catches as you wake. Your eyes open slowly and you see me watching you.

"Mornin', you." I give you a satisfied smile. Then I lick my lips and hold my bottom one between my teeth for a few heartbeats. "Well, I guess we should get up and make the bed." You roll you eyes at my need for routine chores. I give you a small chuckle that gives my full bare breasts a little jiggle. "Come on now, up, up, up!" I chime at your sluggish movements. You get out of bed, your body naked, is that a small streak of glitter on your arm? I can see every ridge and curve in the morning light.

I grab the coverlets on my side and wait for you to do the same. You grab them begrudgingly and begin to bring them forth. The stretch of your arms and torso is highly erotic. I place my own. Then I place a knee on top of them and begin to crawl across the bed spread to your side. My hands slide across the silky fibers with a distinctly sensual sound. My rump is lifting this way and that with the movement of my naked hips. You watch me, bewildered at first. I usually have such strict rules about playing on made beds.

I give you a little nod as you step up flush to the properly dressed mattress. I turn over and present my stretched naked body to you, one of my hands lightly stroking at your thigh. I look up at you, a mischievous smile and giving you very literal and figurative bedroom eyes.

"Thanks, Babe. Now, uh... you want to help me un-make this bed?"