The following morning, Antonio felt the warmth of the bed engulfing their tangled bodies, blurring the lines of where his body ended and Jasmine's began. Rising from the depths of sleep and falling from the heights of dreams, Antonio stirred to consciousness. The blankets shielded both of them from the cool morning and it was heavy and comforting. Gentle rain splashed the window after its descent from the heavens, making for a lazy morning.
As Antonio realized where he was, both in time and place, relief and relaxation flowed over his soul. It was Saturday morning, and he thought to himself, 'it's not necessary to tear myself from this stunning woman'.
He cuddled Jasmine into his strong arms and was reminded of all the times she joked about him being an octopus. Her cold feet were nuzzled under Antonio's calves and heat permeated from the rest of her soft and supple body. The warm skin of her thighs flowed against his hand like the wake of a ship as it sailed north along her stunning legs. The round curves of her ass cheeks were pressed firmly to Antonio and as he took stock, he became aware of the unbearable pressure of her ass against his morning glory.
He caressed and squeezed Jasmine's ass, his hands wandering to explore her soft abdomen, the hands she'd fantasized about just days before. Once again, Jasmine became aroused by his touch on her body. While not taut and firm, it was smooth and familiar. Under a comforting layer of softness, her muscles were perfectly apparent, while not overly abundant. She smiled gently, knowing that he approved.
Antonio started playing down between her legs, working his way into her steamy, slippery wetness. Jasmine stirred, but only to turn and kiss him before slipping back to the slumber of the morning.
His lust escalated and he rubbed himself against the smooth skin of her backside. The crevices between her cheeks provided just enough surroundings to tease his manhood. He began stroking his fingers in and out and across her clitoris. He longed to plunge something, other than his slick fingers, into her most intimate essence.
Jasmine felt his manhood oozing now, coating her ass as he began rigorously scratching the itch that was driving him insane. He ran his fingers along her arms, but still she did not stir. In the morning haze, she was warm and comfortable, between asleep and awake. The warmth of Antonio behind her, his chest pressed against her back and the increasingly interruptive tempo of his ministrations tore Jasmine, between action and inaction, but brought a smile to her face.
Antonio attempted to taunt her to wakefulness. He tickled the inside of her elbow with kisses and nibbles, while Jasmine felt the goose bumps and caught herself smiling from his teasing. The feel of his morning glory against her ass unleashed his tiger side. He was going mad with the need to take her. The inviting feeling of her breasts pinched between his fingers was doing nothing to relieve his animalistic yearning, only feeding primal desires to take her as his own.
Kissing her neck, Antonio ran his fingers through Jasmine's hair in seductive foreplay. Tangling his fingers in her locks, the soft, fruity smell of her sexy long hair made him feel intoxicated with desire. Pulling the strands of hair from her ear, Antonio kissed and nibbled on the nape of her neck before taking her right ear in his mouth. Turning, without a word, she reached up and pulled his lips to hers. As their lips danced, their tongues joined in, traveling like a tide, ebbing and flowing.
Jasmine's beautiful behind, the source of so much pleasure and torture, was now firmly pressed to the bed. His full 9 inches of morning glory drew across her thigh like a searing hot knife, as if his manhood was reaching for her. Jasmine, now fully awake, kissed him more than she breathed. He had been teased long enough and the longing in her had arisen.
