Revenge, Pt 5: The Red Mist Decends - Sex Stories

Revenge, Pt 5: The Red Mist Decends

... me stay here, just for a while." "Jessica..." I said again, uncertainly. "Please. Please don't send me away yet. Please just...hold me." she begged. She held me tighter, and I could hear the need in her voice. I sighed. She was serious about this. Well, would it be the worst thing in the world if we just lay together for a while? "Ok." I said gently, "It's Ok. You can stay for a while." "Thank you." she murmured quickly. She tilted her head and kissed my neck a few times with light pecks. This was when she was at her most honest, I thought. After I'd stripped away everything else, her will, her dignity, everything that she presented to the rest of the world; after she'd submitted to me entirely, and lost herself in it. She was left so raw, and so vulnerable. The way she clung to me, still shaking, just begging for this warmth, no trace of shame at displaying such a desperate desire. It was like the extreme embodiment of "cuddling afterwards". It was her consuming need to just feel some sort of contact, physical and emotional .My chest swelled with a new kind of understanding of her. "Thank you." she said again. I held her tighter, and kissed her head. Then I felt her relax. Her whole body lost tension, and within a minute I could feel her breathing growing deeper and slower. After a few minutes more, she was asleep in my arms. I sighed again. I slowly reached out to the digital clock on my bedside table. I set my alarm for an hour and a half away, because I remembered ...

... reading that ninety minutes is the best length of time for a long nap. I ran my fingers idly through her hair a few more times before I closed my eyes. But I couldn't sleep. I kept opening my eyes to look down at her, and kept focusing on the pressure of her body on mine. There was something excitingly intimate about her actually sleeping with me. I rolled my eyes when I thought this, wondering again how things could be so backwards. Wasn't the intimacy supposed to come first in a relationship, and not after the sex? She shifted her in her sleep every now again to stay comfortable, but she always seemed to perfectly fit with me, our legs intertwining, or her weight being pushed perfectly on my hips. I was so comfortable, but maybe I didn't want to sleep. I liked holding her like this. I liked the gentle sighs she sometimes made that caught her voice and ended in a soft moan. I ended up just lying there, barely a thought in my head, until I noticed the alarm was about to go. Had it really been that long? I reached over and turned the alarm off before it rang. "Jessica." I said gently. She didn't react. "Jessica." I said louder, stroking her head. I felt her begin the slow climb to consciousness, her body tensing and twitching as she regained control. She suddenly looked up at me. She sat up quickly and rubbed her eyes. "Did I fall asleep?" she asked. I smiled at the obvious question. "Yeah. You were out for more than an hour." I said. "Sorry." she said sheepishly. "I just wanted to ...