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3 a.m.

3 a.m.

It’s 3 a.m. in the big city, the stars are shining brightly overhead. The sounds of cars zooming by, people on their way to the next destination fill the air. The city has insomnia, beckoning people to come out and play, and they willingly comply.

I’ve awoken from another dream, the kind that leaves your heart racing and skin slick with sweat. Sleep, it seems may elude me tonight. I look at him, so peaceful and calm, laying in the space beside me, his breath coming in steady beats. I want to wake him, feel his arms around me, listen to his heartbeat and count the spaces in between.

Instead, I get out of bed, walk to the balcony of the hotel room and step outside, allowing the breeze to cool my skin. My senses are heightened in this state and I listen to the sounds of laughter from the street below, echoes reaching my ears. I light a cigarette, inhaling deeply, the nicotine rush invading my lungs and consuming my brain.

Goosebumps break out onto my flesh,  I make my way back inside, eager to feel the warmth of his skin next to mine. I know I should let him sleep, but I can’t help myself. He is so peaceful, so fucking beautiful and I am overcome with a need to have him.

Covering him with soft, butterfly gentle kisses on his cheeks he begins to stir as I slip in beside him, my leg wrapping over his waist. My kisses become more urgent and I lose myself in the scent of his skin and feel of his lips. Only a thin cotton sheet separates me from his cock which has responded before consciousness has taken over. I push the sheet aside and straddle him, slipping my panties off while slipping him inside, my hips pushing him deeper into me.

He is fully awake now, a wicked gleam in his eyes. I am suddenly on my back and he is thrusting into me harder and harder. Legs around his waist, nails digging into his back, his name bursting from my lips. His lips are on my neck, biting into the soft hollow above my collar bone and I scream in agony and delight. I begin to cum and feel myself spasm around him, my body pulsating with pleasure. When he cums, he releases himself inside me, and I slip my panties back on, capturing his scent on my clothing.

He kisses me softly on the lips, the dredges of sleep beckoning him back into the world he left behind. I feel the same pull now, feel the same sweet waves of exhaustion roll over me like ocean mist.

It’s 3 a.m., outside my window the city never sleeps. Inside this bed, next to him, our bodies intertwined like knots, I listen to the siren call of sleep and think for now I just might.

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