It’s 3:00 in the morning and it’s hot.Too hot. Earth-shattering heat. The type of heat that won’t allow you to be comfortable in your own skin.I’m in the living room, under the ceiling fan – trying to follow a single blade with my eyes, yet failing every time. She’s in the bedroom, asleep. I like her. I get up from the couch and walk towards the bedroom – the wooden floor creaks and adjusts itself under each footstep. The door is slightly open, but I give it a gentle nudge to open it further. There she is. Her hair is glowing from the bedside clock – sexy in red light.It’s 3:05 in the morning and she is under a single, purple sheet.I can see the outline of her entire body, with only her fair skin and strawberry blonde hair peeking out from the top – nestled between two over-sized pillows. She is laying on her side and I take my shirt off, unbuckle my jeans, let them quietly drop to the ground and slide into bed with her. I can tell right away that she is only wearing her panties, her purple flower boy shorts. My favorite.It’s 3:07 in the morning and she’s facing away from me.I have to decide if I want to wake her or just stare at her for a while longer. It’s a tough choice that no man should have to make, but I need to make one soon. I decide to calmly caress her shoulder. She moves a bit and exhales. She’s awake, for sure. I kiss her bare shoulder blade and continue moving my hands up and down the skin or her right arm and upper back. I kiss her skin again and then reach around her soft body and bring her whole body into me. She moans when she can already feel how hard I am.It’s 3:13 in the morning and her pulse has increased.My fingertips start to trace her areolas, playfully and lightly pinching her erect nipples – one by one, back and forth. The left one, the right one. I kiss her skin again and roll her onto her back. She looks at me and those blue eyes nearly knock my heart out of my mouth. Goddamn they are beautiful. I kiss her lips. Softly. She briefly opens her mouth so I can kiss her tongue and I move my body on top of hers. She whispers, “fuck me.”It’s 3:20 in the morning and she just altered my soul.I kiss her neck and move down to her breasts, kissing each nipple and gently biting them as she quivers and starts to shake. She knows what is going to happen. She knows what I am going to do to her. I start to move down her body – kissing her stomach, licking, kissing, and kissing some more when I realize that her left hand has been under her panties this entire time. I look up at her and she giggles. She takes her hand out and I grab it and start sucking on her fingers. Her wet, sweet and salty fingers. Once I have sucked them dry, I move to get into a better position and I remove her soaking wet panties.It’s 3:24 in the morning and my balls are aching.Her pussy is beautiful. I mean it truly is: her labia, her neatly trimmed curly, brown pubic hair, and her very, very swollen clit; they all glisten and beg for me. They are all mine and I want them so very much. But she stops me before I lean down to eat her tight wetness. “No,” she says. “I want your thick cock.”It’s 3:26 in the morning and I take my underwear off faster than I ever have before.She is staring at my cock and she smiles. She then looks at me and I lean over her and give her a hug and kiss her beautiful lips. It is at this moment that the tip of my cock begins to sink into her wet pussy. Only an inch so far – just the head, but she gasps and digs her nails into my back as I then start to slide each inch into her…inch…by inch…by inch until my balls are resting near her anus. We are one soul, one love. She can feel my heart beat and I can feel hers. I’m throbbing. She’s swelling. She tells me not to move; she wants to just have me inside of her and I just want to be inside of her. We kiss again. And again. We explore each others mouth with our tongues as her hips being to dance and so do mine. We both only know one thing: it’s going to be seismic.It’s 3:31 in the morning and it’s hot. Too hot.