Rolling over and draping his right arm across Sharon's waist, Andy is hit with a blast of cold air as the cover slides off his body. He wonders why she keeps the condo so cold all the time. He should ask her at some point, but for now he just pulls the cover over both of them and burrows down into the warmth with his chest molded to her back. He could easily go back to sleep if he'd just shut his eyes, and turn his mind off but that's not what he does.
He runs his foot up the back of her slender calf and she stirs. Her hair tickles his bare skin. He hears her sigh right before she tries to turn over. She can't move with the front of his body attached to the back of hers. This isn't the first time they've been in this position; it's not the first time he's felt the soft cotton of her nightgown, or tangled his legs with hers, or listened to the breath leave her body. No, it's not the first time, but the appreciation of this moment feels just like the first time to him. Will he still feel this way years from now? Will this ever become routine and ordinary?
These are the questions in his head when he hears her murmur, "What are you thinking?"
Not wanting to speak of anything less than the wonder he feels, he whispers in her ear, "I'm thinking about how special this is." Ghosting his lips back and forth across the shell of her ear, he continues, "I'm thinking about how special you are."
He can't see her smile in the dark, but he can feel her move her arm out from under his at her waist. She guides his hand under the covers up to her right breast. Through the thin fabric of her nightgown, he can feel the shape of her nipple on his palm. Moving his palm in a lazy circle, he enjoys the sensation of her nipple growing hard in his hand. She can feel him growing hard through his boxer shorts.
Her voice sounds warm when she says, "Make me feel special."
They've certainly been intimate insofar as they've shared a bed before, but that's all till now. Andy has always held back, innately understanding her need to take their relationship slowly. He's tried not to rush her even when he finally realized she was all he really wanted or needed. Hearing her words, he moves his hand from her breast to unbutton the three buttons at the top of her nightgown. Sliding his fingers through the opening, he explores the contours of her left breast. Her skin feels warm to his touch.
No longer holding back he says words out loud in the dark, words he has wanted to say to her for a long time, words that describe his desire. Feeling his words reverberating against her back, and his erection rubbing along her bottom, his voice and body surround her. His hand leaves her breast to yank his boxers off. She pulls up the bottom of her gown and her panties down. Returning his hand to her, he strokes the wetness between her legs while entering her from behind. His words don't stop. His fingers don't stop. There's no longer any need to hold back. Their timing is perfect. Their time is now.