The Cookie Jar
The fog of sleep lifts, and I can feel his hoof on my flank, just above my cutie mark. I’m laying in bed on my right side, and I can feel his warmth as he lays behind me. Today was a relaxing day -- the first we’ve been able to share in a long time -- and he was especially affectionate towards me all day. Right now I can almost feel him gazing down at me, moonlight from the window allowing just enough light for him to see me. I keep my eyes closed, and let him think I’m still asleep. I think it seems more exciting for him that way: like he’s sneaking a treat from the cookie jar.
Now he’s slowly tracing the outlines of my cutie mark. He can be very gentle when he wants to be. He glides the tip of his hoof over the many facets of my blue diamond heart. He’s being particularly delicate, and I begin to wonder what he has in mind. He shifts his weight slightly, and I can feel his chest push against my folded wings. I can hear him inhale deeply, and I can just make out the sensation of his muzzle against my long primary feathers. I bathed just before bed, and he does so love the lavender shampoo I use on my wings. Still lightly caressing my cutie mark, he exhales, and I have to suppress a shiver. My wings are ticklish even when I’m the one handling them. He raises his head and gingerly kisses the back of my neck, just beside the lowest locks of my mane. His breath is warm and I can’t help but smile ever so slightly.
I don’t want to give the game away, so I focus on just being relaxed. Breath in. Breath out. Just keep sleeping. He shifts his weight again, and the mattress shakes a little bit as he slides down underneath the covers. I’m tempted to sneak a peek, to see what he’s up to, but I resist the urge.
Now he’s touching my flank again, somewhere between my cutie mark and my tail. He’s rubbing both forehooves lightly along my coat. My tail swishes involuntarily, and he stops. A few seconds go by. He’s wondering if I’m waking up, no doubt. I let him ponder that for a little while, and eventually he decides that I must still be asleep. He goes back to massaging my rump. It’s a little clumsy, but still feels good. The first few times we made love, he was so adorably awkward. He’s a lot more confident now, but he still does some funny things in bed without realizing how silly they seem to me sometimes. But I don’t want to hurt his feelings, so with very few exceptions, I just go with it.
He stops rubbing, and very gently spreads my thighs to gain access to my nether bits. I’m still laying on my side, so it doesn’t work very well. Nonetheless, I can feel his warm breath on my crotch and backside. He glides his tongue over my vagina, then stops. He’s testing the water. Trying to see if I’ll wake up, or shift position or something. I smile to myself and lie perfectly still, aside from my slow breathing. He licks me again, his warm, wet tongue sliding from my clit up to my opening. I’m surprised he’s so persistent. Barely two or three hours ago I was kneeling before him, pleasuring him with my mouth. He always finishes strong when I do the naughty/innocent girl thing: he likes it when I flutter my eyelids up at him and moan, right when he’s on the brink. The memory of it makes me almost giggle.
He pulls one of his hoofs away from my rump, and it doesn’t take a Princess of Love to guess what he’s doing with it. I can hear the covers shifting subtly as he strokes himself, still lapping at my vagina. The first few times he touched me in my sleep, he had finished just like this: stroking himself while burying his muzzle between my thighs. I don’t know if it was on purpose, but a couple of those times I could feel a splash or two on my hind hooves as he finished. It was so cute how he gingerly dabbed away the sticky stains without waking me.
Since then he’s gotten more bold. One time recently he suckled on my teats for a few minutes, then slid the sheets back and ejaculated directly onto my cutie mark. That caught me by surprise, and I very nearly gave away the game in a sudden fit of surprised laughter. But I would never do that. I could never forgive myself for laughing at the love of my life -- intentionally or not -- right in the middle of his orgasm. That’s just...rude.
Now he uses his magic to grip my tail and lift it out of the way. He lays it along my hind leg, where it won’t get in the way of his delicate work. He’s definitely learning how to keep the mess to a minimum, at least.
Whoah, hold up. Now his tongue is sliding up, towards my tail. It’s tracing circles around my other hole, and I have to concentrate on remaining still. It’s not that I mind; it’s just that he’s never done this while I’m asleep. Well...while I’m pretending to be asleep, anyways. Even during the handful of times he’s touched me there, it was only after we had both had a few drinks. Maybe just a few gentle licks won’t be too -- oh, that really is quite an interesting feeling -- actually, I’m ok with this. Again, I’m just glad I bathed right before going to sleep. Otherwise this mildly pleasant sensation would be a completely mortifying experience. Even if he didn’t care, I don’t think I could abide anything or anypony touching me there unless my whole hind quarters were absolutely clean.
He’s getting into a rhythm now, and applying a bit more pressure as he tongues my back door. My tail twitches again, but he doesn’t seem to care. My cheeks are burning. Wait, why am I blushing? Just relax, Cadence. No need to be embarrassed. It’s harmless and it feels good. Besides, I’m in my own bedroom, and it’s absolutely nopony else’s business what kinds of things I allow my husband to do to me.
I reflexively clench around his tongue, then relax again. He responds by stiffening his tongue and prodding deeper. I can feel myself getting moist. Oh...the darling must have read my mind. He switches back to my slit and moans ever so softly, licking it up like it was fresh honey. I lick my lips and redouble my efforts to seem sound asleep. After a few seconds he goes back up to my other hole. My, my he’s getting bold. It’s almost like he’s trying to get me loosened up for--
*SQUISH*
What was that noise? Also, I can see a faint blue glow of his magic, even through my closed eyelids. That scent, too...ah, just a pump of lotion from the bottle on my night stand. Shining Armor’s glowing energy catches and carries the greasy glob, levitating it beneath the covers. The bedframe utters a faint creak as he slides up to a spooning position behind me. I kind of hope he isn’t about to make a mess on my tail. Last time he came in my hair, I couldn’t wash it all the way out before that ridiculous hair styling session with Twilight’s friend. To this day I’m not sure if she failed to notice, or if she was simply too polite to mention it. In any case, he did a good job with his tongue, so my slit shouldn’t need any lotion to--
Oh, wow...now I feel silly. I hope he realizes that’s the wrong hole he’s pushing against. The only time I’ve ever let him do me like that was after the last Summer Sun Celebration. But I had like five glasses of champagne, and had already used my mouth to get him to within a couple seconds of finishing. Even then, I couldn’t sit down comfortably for two days. Ah...there’s that blue glow again. I think he’s using his magic to slather the lotion over his erection and--
Oww! I bite down on my tongue. He’s still pushing against my backdoor, but it’s more of an uncomfortable, futile pressure than penetration. The lotion makes it slippery, and he’s having a hard time finding exactly the right spot to penetrate. I’m not so sure this is going to -- ouch, now he’s wiggling it around, trying to find the right angle to push in -- not sure I’m ok with this. I mean, I want him to feel good, but -- ouch, that fucking hurts. That’s it; playing along was fun, but I’m going to have to...and just like that, it slides in about an inch.
How about that. Now that he’s inside me, he’s stopped thrusting and is just resting there, breathing fast, shallow breaths. It’s still a little uncomfortable, but not so bad. I can feel his gaze on me. He’s clearly determined to see this through, but at the same time he’s anxious about waking me up in such an uncomfortable manner.
As if sensing my discomfort, he begins to tenderly caress my cutie mark again. Aside from measured breathing and the reassuring strokes from his hoof, the two of us remain perfectly still for several minutes. So still, in fact, that right now I can feel his pulse. In my bottom.
Great; now I’m blushing again.
He runs his hoof over my cutie mark one more time, and now he’s holding onto my hips. He takes a moment to steady his grip, which is my cue to relax as much as I can for what comes next. Slowly...very slowly...he’s pulling my hips back and pushing his own hips forward. I bite my tongue, but he slides into me so gradually, that I’m able to accommodate his girth as it stretches me out. It still hurts, but the discomfort is offset by the hot, tingling sensation of being filled. The slight friction kind of reminds me of the relief I get from going to the bathroom after holding for a long time. But at the same time there’s a strong sense of just...being full. I wouldn’t call it pleasurable or even pleasant, but it does leave me yearning for more.
I have no idea much time has gone by. Not that it really matters, I suppose. All I can do is focus on holding still and relaxing my bottom. As he gets deeper, the head and underside of his shaft begin to rub my g-spot. I didn’t even know that was possible. Maybe it’s the angle? I guess the two canals aren’t all that far apart. Mmm...I might be able to get used to this after all. He pulls out a little bit, then shifts his weight to pull my body closer to his. My wings brush against his chest, and I shiver. He leans his head towards mine and pushes the rest of his shaft into me.
I can feel his tongue and lips kissing me where my neck and shoulder meet, just as his member pushes against my g-spot again. My horn begins to glow faintly. I can’t help it, but at this point I don’t really care. Without warning, my backdoor clenches around his shaft, making both of us inhale sharply.
“Oh...yeah.” I murmur in a shaky, dreaming whisper.
That was what he needed. His entire body goes stiff, his lips on my neck. He clutches my hips, his full length still sheathed all the way inside me. He’s holding his breath. Actually, I guess I am too. After a long moment, I feel the first twitch, and a warm spurt thrills my insides. I bite my lip as many more follow. During his climax we both lie perfectly still. No thrusting. No breathing. Just a deep pulsating as he fills me up. For a few seconds, I feel like we really are one. Our bodies connected so intimately. Our hearts beat as one. He’s sneaking cookies, and I’m thrilled to let him think he’s getting away with it. I love him so, so much. Sometimes I cry while we come. Just sometimes. And only a little bit. It’s just that I absolutely adore every intimate second we’re together, and sometimes it’s just so much to take. To soon, the throbbing fades away. He kisses my neck again and rests his head on the pillow beside mine. We just lay there, eyes closed, allowing our heart rates to return to normal.
He’s still inside me, and seems to be in no hurry to pull out. Gradually, his member softens, thoroughly spent from the second climax of the evening. As it loses its rigidity, it begins to slip out almost as slowly as it had entered. I’m grateful that he’s kind enough to ease it out gently.
*pop*
When he pulls out all the way, it sounds like puckered lips making a kissing motion. I wince as the tip pulls free, but I quickly regain my poker face. He idly strokes my flank while using his magic to straighten out my tail. After fixing it as best as he can in the dark, he lays back and drifts into a fitful sleep. I’m left laying here with a very wet -- and not entirely satisfied -- vagina, and another mess waiting to happen if I let myself just fall back to sleep.
It’s ok, I think as I slowly and quietly sit up. I look over at my sleeping husband and can’t help but smile. This little adventure is sure to give me dreams that even Luna would be shocked to glimpse. And that’s ok. Maybe in the morning I just won’t let him leave our bed until his tongue has thoroughly satisfied me. He is simply incapable of saying no to me about anything intimate. I’m pretty sure he would sneak under the table and eat me out at the Grand Galloping Gala -- right in front of Twilight and the Sisters -- if I asked him to. Not that I would.
Ok, maybe I would.
The idea makes me hot. But first things first. I slide off the edge of the bed and tip-toe to the bathroom.