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she would sit up with her back straight against the headboard, sheet and knees drawn up and I'd hear the lighter click and that first intake of air and smoke and I knew she had been awake awhile, and she knew I would wake up and turn my face toward her and see the tips of her nipples pink visible from the glow of her cigarette. It would either be two or three or four, it didn't matter, when she woke she woke, and she did most every night. When it got too loud in her head and there could be no more pretending it was fitful sleep, or that it was dreaming. Sometimes she wanted comfort, sometimes she just wanted to be awake. We had grown accustomed to taking our sleep in shifts and even preferred it that way. For too long time together had to be stolen and together now we made the most out of sharing it. Maybe that thirty or forty or sixty minutes taken in the middle of the night was a way to keep stealing, to keep grabbing what we could, taking advantage of all opportunity. She'd smoke and stare at the geometric shadow shapes that came from light bouncing past windows to rest where the angles took it. It was easy to tell the ambient natural light from the yard and porch lights. It was softer and it moved throughout the night. It made no two nights the same and sometimes like tonight it lay shadows across her breasts or her face or the sheet covering her to the waist, barely. Tonight with her non smoking hand she traced the stripes slashed across the bright white sheet, then slipped the same fingertips just under where it was bunched low on her hips.

I couldn't see but I knew how she touched herself, how she would start out just resting her hand on her mound, letting her fingers lay just outside her lips. I knew she would soon ground out the cigarette and slip her other hand down to form a V with her fingers stretched straight, not moving yet, just applying the gentlest of pressure inwards to squeeze her lips together. Perhaps out of some necessity at some time she could pleasure herself with the slightest movements and only a hint of a change in her breathing. I knew she could sometimes let go in public, when the heat would overwhelm her, and cum with no one the wiser, except me. Squeezing her legs together, contracting her thighs, maybe it felt a lot like the squeezing she was doing now, god knows she knew her body. I wanted to know it as well and probably never would but I had learned fast and knew well the places I could take her that she couldn't take herself.

I could tell by the movement of her hands under the sheet that her fingers had splayed and were now parting the same lips that had been pressed together. She spoke for the first time, her voice a whisper in the room dead silent but for breathfalls and low humming house noises.
Do you love me? Like I do life.
Do you think I'm a good girl? The best good girl.
Not bad? The best sweet good girl.
And pretty? The prettiest girl, my prettiest, best good girl.

Her breathing had quickened, her words still a whisper, she had a whisper only I could hear.

And when I'm a sweet dirty girl, you love me then? I pushed the sheet down below my waist and showed her. This much.
When I open my legs like this and bury my fingers in my cunt, you love me then, you love that?
I placed my hand over hers, pressed, whispered, more, show me more.
She spread wider, wide open, we pressed our hands tight against her and I found her fingers with mine and we both slipped and slid in and out of her, fingers twined and hooked together, ball of my thumb on her clit making circles, moving it around and around.

We took her that way, til she lifted her hips and ground against our hands, we milked her and let it slick our fingers and her thighs. Her eyes rolled back like they do when she cums and her mouth falls slack and I almost always have a handful of hair when she goes over, holding it back so I can see her eyes and face, holding tight to claim her, fingers knotted tight, tighter as she cums.

She fell still, we held hands between her legs in the wet, played in it, she dozed after awhile, I let her catnap, wide awake watching and feeling her, let her have a few minutes.

We both knew that in twenty thirty forty minutes she would wake and see my face next to hers and I'd say hi baby and her hand would find just what she expected to find and she'd wrap fingers and wait for that quick head bobbing nod I do and we'd be awake longer this time.