How long has it been? A week? Longer? It feels like ages since hes touched me.

"Goodnight," he says, clicking off the lamp.

I want to reach out to him, to connect. But Sleep is sitting heavy ontop my chest, arms pinned beneath its lazy limbs. I give in too easily. My eyes obediently close, and I am hastily whisked off to walk the path to Slumber, Sleep tightly grasping the reins its wrapped around me.

His fingers trace up my leg, resting just below my hip.

Sleep slips away.

Nuzzling closer to me, his hand finds my mound.

Desire shows her wanton face. We've been distant these days, but she is quick to embrace me.

He makes slow, circular movements. His mouth kisses my shoulder.

I feel a knot growing ever tighter, from my lips to deep in my tummy. It feels as though a satin ribbon is tied around the rosebud of my clitoris and is being tugged by an unknown force, deeper and more insistantly from deep within my core. The anticipation is nearly painful.

His speed, moments earlier quickened, now slow down to a delicate stroking.

"No! Don't stop!," I want to tell him. But Patience nibbles those words before they can be heard. She is wise in her ways and in refraining me has drawn out my pleasure.

Again his fingers move with purpose, dancing atop my lips and thumping a pleasant beat upon my clit.

I feel a rythmic throbbing building up from the pit of my belly. The tightly knotted ribbon is beginning to come loose.

More pressure as he feverishly rubs me. He knows by my writhing that I'm soon to burst.

The knot explodes, ribbon remnants being washed away with the sea of movement that rushes through me. I feel as though I am melting into the bed, numb to everything around me, consumed entirely by the selfish enjoyment.

His fingers try to touch me there. I twist away.

Just one more moment of anesthetized contentment....

I can feel his hardness against my thigh.

Desire runs her delicate fingers along my body. Sleep is not far away, I can feel its presence looming near.

He climbs on top of me, quickly thrusting himself in and out of my pussy.

Deep, throaty moans spill from my lips. I feel drunk in the moment.

He grunts before coating my insides with his seed. My walls swallow him, drinking him up.

Sleep is back, pushing him off of me to resume its seat upon my chest. This time I follow it willingly, satiated and ready for Slumber.