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You can’t see her. It’s in the middle of the night and you don’t want to roughly disturb her sleep by clicking the lamp on, but you woke up and she was breathing softly beside you—that’s all it took. She moved and you could hear the soft rustle of the sheets brushing against her bare skin and just like that, you’re hard. Now that your body has grown used to her company and the pleasure that it’s been receiving on a regular basis, your Pavlovian response to her presence has only increased.
You need to touch her. Hopefully your ever-growing knowledge of what makes her body sing will enable her to forgive you for interrupting her slumber. She’s allowed it before.
You whisper her name as you gently peel back the sheets, and she rouses surprisingly quickly, almost as if she was waiting for you. You can’t see her movements but you can sense her drawing closer and suddenly she’s against you: her hands and her lips and her clean, silky hair. You drift your fingertips over the bumps of her spine and receive her kiss with eagerness and gratitude, making sure to return it to her with relish.
You can smell her. You can smell that sweet, musky scent of her arousal that makes your mouth water. Again you wish you could see her, see the way her face flushes and the way her eyes are surely sparkling with desire. But in some ways, this is better, because you’re limited to soft skin and soft gasps and soft pleasure.
Quietly she rises up like the beautiful sleek cat that she is and lays on top of you, and it’s almost too much. You can feel her smooth legs between yours and her plump breasts and the lacy brush of the curls between her thighs. She’s rubbing against your shaft with the sweetest, most calculated pressure and somehow your hands know just where to reach to cradle her face.
“I love this, Mulder,” she breathes, the soft air from her mouth brushing over your fluttering eyelids, “I can’t believe how good this has been for us…”
Your eyes fill with tears and you hope not for the first time that she knows how much you treasure her, how grateful you are for this tremendous gift that she’s given you that has changed your life.
“Thank you,” you want to whisper into her neck, “Thank you for loving me.”
And the sweet darkness embraces you both.