💋 A warm breeze blows across my bare back as I lie face-down in bed. It's Saturday in the early morning hours, and I'd fallen asleep with only my panties on. My hair, still damp from the shower just a few hours prior, lay spread out across the pillow as the moonlight shines in on a world-of-opportunity...
I could smell you before I felt you, and I could sense you next to me. And then I felt you from the inside before you ever touched me. I disappeared into a familiar darkness as you take your time firmly veiling my eyes, and a dangerous inner venom begins to stir.
*...your kiss on the side of my cheek...your closeness, and your husky voice...* Mmm...
"I can't sleep, and I need a midnight snack."
Slowly, the sheet glides over my contours...downward from my waistline, exposing my naked backside...my quiet, unexpecting pussy in a deep-sleep, my legs and feet eventually revealed.
Your fingers lightly skimming my back gradually making their way to my waistline. I moan softly in a tired, drunken stupor:
"Mmm..." as my insides quiver, retracting my midsection, my instinct to turn and expose myself for you...
"Lie still," you deliver.
Your hand, exploring, sliding between my cheeks, stopping and circling at my entrance with a light, teasing probe.
Awe, baby, you make my soul smile.
Your hands firmly grasp my ankles as you spread them. The bold caress of your tongue methodically paving its wet path to my warmth while you nestle in between my thighs. Waves of pleasure surge through me as you begin licking and teasing... torturing my bikini area, and the area around my aching entrance...
"Take me, baby, please," I request with tired desire.
Straddling my back, I feel your stiff cock through your shorts, and it's growing rapidly. Your roving hands search for, find, and squeeze my tits from above and behind me, pinching and provoking my semi-hard studs to get them ready. This is why I look so forward to waking up under the same roof.
"Turn over."
"Yes, Sir."
"Still want my hands on your throat?"
"Nope. Changed my mind. But, I want to feel you everywhere. Want to see and feel you over me."
You only stare intently but say nothing...then lean down to kiss me deeply, crawl on, lowering your chest over my mouth and allowing my instinct to take over.
Jesus, you're gorgeous.
Every.
Single.
Part of you.
My mouth focusing on your sensitive left nipple, my left hand finds its way to your right nipple, my right hand and arm wrapped around your midsection to pull you closer.!@#$
"Turn on your back for me, please, Sir?"
Your brief look-of-apprehension and then: "Great minds think alike, but not here" as you stand. "Come with me."
Blinded, I stand slowly...relying on your guidance & knowing you'll lead me down the hallway to your bedroom where the air...and the rules...make us both feel at home, allow us to be ourselves, have fun, and fall into each other with little-to-no limits.
You put on some music, and I can hear you moving around near the dresser.
*"Jesus, what is he getting?"*
I swallow hard, requesting some wine. A minute later, I feel you in front of me as you place the edge of the glass against my lip and pour some into my mouth. Pulling the glass away, a drop trickles down my lip and chin, and you lean in to catch it with your tongue.
"That's erotic as hell," I tell you and fall into your kiss, my right hand reaching to feel for your cock, kneading it deeply & slowly.
"Let me have you, Michael, please. Just let me have you."
And then nothing.
I can't feel you, and I know you've stepped away.
I am left to wonder...and wait...
It's quiet a moment, and my nipples begin to harden at not knowing...
...not knowing where you are...
...how you're going to touch me...
...and what we're going to do...
The music changes, and I hear from a distance:
"Play with yourself for me. One hand pinching those nips and the other rolling across that swollen clit."
"Where are you, Sir?"
"Nevermind that. Do as you're told."
"You're bossy. You always get what you want?"
"Yes, Heather, I do. Now play. Unless you'd like to answer for disobeying."
"Oh, please."
And then *a look from you that makes my blood run ice cold.*
"I can put a stop on our communication for a while..."
"Fuck, No!," I plead. "Don't, Please. You know I'll do it for you," and I begin with both of my hands cupping my breasts, rolling them, slowly narrowing my circular strokes to their cherished tip, pinching only gently at first then raising my full cup to meet my eager tongue, licking it in slow-motion and hearing it provoke your deep groans as I progress, sparking my insides even more intensely.
"Pinch them harder, or I'll do it for you," you demand.
"Are you giving me a choice?," I ask.
A laugh escapes your sensuous lips: "You're funny."
Flicking my nips, rolling around on them and tugging to satisfy your orders, my knees buckle ever-so-slightly. My right hand begins gliding over my hot box, teasing, and I beg to feel you.
"Don't stop," I can hear through your intensity, and I suspect you are very much enjoying my performance.
"Sir, please don't cum without me!"
"Come lie next to me," you instruct. I do as I'm told and reach to find you, but I'm stopped by your hand.
"God, Michael, I need you, please. You don't Want me to touch you?," I ask in desperation, buzzed and anxious to feel you.
"Oh yeh. But you know I* decide when."
"I know. I'm sorry, but I'm hungry, too."
"Fair enough. Let me feel you."
And, I take you. All of you. But, I take an extended period-of-time solely on your chest, gliding across your nipples & circling, kissing you again and again, and when you demand, I turn to your side as you work that thumb & fingers in me viciously, causing me to pop. Not once... not twice...but again and again, and I do this deeply and quietly,* but I can't get enough of you. In my mouth, in my pussy, under me, over me, and next to me.
