It’s early in the morning on a day in spring. The sun is peeping through the cracks in the blackout curtains, and I’m beginning to stir.
There’s still sleep in the corner of my eyes that I wipe away as I adjust my eyes to face the light of a new day and the first thing I see is the silhouette of the lady lying beside me. Instantly bringing a smile to my face.
She’s lay on her front, and the skin of her back is exposed. I reach out an arm and gently stroke her soft, tender skin with my fingers and the palm of my hand, feeling grateful for her presence there with me in that moment.
No work alarm to worry about, no rushing around, this is our time to relax and just enjoy each others company.
Just stroking her body, feeling her curves and softness arouses my amerous side. I know she can feel every touch, every light scratch on her back, and that she’s secretly enjoying my attention focused entirely on her, although without saying a word.
The douvet must have slipped off during the night. It was a warm but pleasant evening, perfect for sleeping as nature intended.
I squeeze up closer to her, wrapping my arm around her, enveloping her torso with my broad masculine shoulders, making her feel protected and safe.
I plant soft, moist kisses on the back of her neck and on her back. She can feel the warmth from my lips, and she can feel the contact of my skin against hers.
I feel her stirring, and as she stretches out an arm, I stroke it very lightly from her wrist inwards towards her torso.
I whisper in her ear that I love her. She wriggles as she feels my lips against her earlobe send tingles down her spine.
I run the palm of my hand down the side of her body. I can’t help but think about touching her intimately. She instinctively pushes onto her side, allowing me greater access and permission to caress her body.
Now I’m kissing her neck . I can smell her hair and feel its softness against my cheek. I reach up with my arms so I can run my fingers through it and stroke her forehead at the same time.
I want her. My heart beat starts to quicken. My breaths deepen. I allow my hands to wander from her shoulders to her breasts, just with the tips of my fingertips I trace around her nipples. I feel her reaction as she arches her back to encourage me and groans lightly, biting her bottom lip.
I kiss her neck with greater intent, signalling my desire for her. I tell her I want her, and she reciprocates. She turns toward me, and now her breasts are pressed against my chest as we gaze deeply and lustfully into eachothers souls.
Our hearts beating in sync. She tilts her head towards me, and we press our lips together. She tastes sweet and warm. I hold the back of her head, running my fingers through her scalp as the kissing becomes more passionate.
My tongue massaging her tongue, tasting each others saliva as our bodies enter a deeper state of arousal. There’s no rush. The desire we feel for each other is intense, but we’re enjoying every single moment.
Feeling her fingers digging into my back is bliss. Somehow, I have manouvered her onto her back and pinned down her wrists. The animalistic instinct in me has taken over and looking at those fully dialated pupils. Seeing her chest push out those shallow breaths, I know she is ready for me to explore her body.
I kiss her neck and her clavical as I inch myself lower down her body. I kiss her breasts, observing the arousal of her nipples. I gently rotate my tongue around and over them. The combination of the pressure, the warmth, and my saliva causes her groans to become louder, encouraging me to carry on.
I wrap my lips around her nipples and apply a little suction pressure, pulling them towards me, then pushing back. I work my way down her tummy, kissing every inch of her. Groaning to let her know how much I approve of every single part of her body. Deliberately sliding down with my cheek against her so she can feel my hair tickling her as I go. The anticipation of what I’m going to do next is building in her mind.
I reach her pubic mound and take a good look at her vulva. I’m incredibly excited to be that close to that part of her body. To see the contours of her lips. To smell the scent of her pheremones. To feel her pubic hair brush against my cheek. It’s completely overwhelming all of my senses.
I feel her widening her legs to accommodate me, her legs pitch against my back, her fingers running through my hair.
I tease her, I kiss her inner thighs, knowing full well that she can feel my head pressing against her vulva. She’s going to have to wait a few more seconds whilst the intensity is building up in her body, but in reality, I can not resist her for long. I crave her taste.
I begin kissing her outer lips from bottom to top and it feels so good to be that intimate with her body. I part her lips with my fingers and glide the tip of my tongue over her delicate inner lips slowly, edging my way up towards her clitoris but I tease her again, avoiding direct clitoral contact and instead massaging just above her clit with the tip of my tongue, rolling her clitoral hood back and forth.
We both groan with pleasure as I slowly build up that pressure and intensity, I observe every move her body makes, every sound so I know what makes her feel the best.
I introduce a finger inside her, pressing against the soft, spongy front wall of her vagina so she feels the pressure from inside and outside. By now, both our bodies are hot and sticky. I know she’s getting closer and closer to an explosive orgasm. I increase the pressure and the speed, spelling our my name against her clit with the tip of my tongue. I know she’s at the point of no return as a strong orgasm is about to rip through her body as she tilts her head back and touches her breasts. I feel her vagina contracting around my fingers and I apply a little resistance to extend the intensity. Her body floods with oxytocin as she regains her composure and control of her breathing.
What a beautiful way to start the day as we snuggle a little longer before enjoying the rest of our morning!
