You come into our bedroom and see me curled up taking a nap. I must have gotten cold wearing my birthday suit and so put on the wrap sweater. I face away from you. My ass is mostly exposed and my legs are tucked up uncovered.
You lay down behind me. Your hand pulls back the sweater so you can feel my skin against yours.
I murmur and move into your caresses.
I love how your hand travels down my thigh and back over my hip. How the contact electrifies my skin.
Your fingers brush over my ribs and the underside of my breast.
I inhale sharply.
You grab my breast and pinch my nipple.
My back arches. My hips push back into you.
I realize you have no clothes on as my skin touches yours.
My hips begin rocking.
You run your hand down my back with a pleasing sigh. Your fingers trace the length of my crevasse.
Back up again your hand journeys, my upper thigh and hip scratched playfully.
I quiver once more as it spans my torso. My breasts heave as I take in air and you reward me again with pleasuring my nipple.
I bite your forearm.
Your hairs caress my sensitized lips as my mouth makes its way up to your hand. I bite the base of your thumb and you grunt. I suck up the side to your knuckle and then nail. My tongue and teeth love the texture.
You nuzzle my ear using tongue and teeth as well.
I pull your whole thumb into my mouth.
Your chuckle resonates deeply and you remove your thumb from my mouth. Your hand moves over to my arm and you lift the sleeve off. The other soon follows and you toss the sweater away.
The cool line of your thumb draws on my inner arm. My back flexes and I raise my hands.
You grab them together over my head. One of your hands comes back down caressing the length of my body.
You find what you seek between my legs.
Warm wet folds welcome you as your fingers explore back and forth.
My hips rock harder and my legs spread to give you more access.
Your hand traces up my inner thigh and then is gone.
I vocalize my displeasure without using words and seek out your touch by arching back.
I feel your cock in your hand. You're stroking yourself.
I try harder.
You pull my hands tight.
Why do you not use your cock in me?
Does my skin not shiver at your touch?
Do I not get aroused and wet with the lightest of caresses?
Your teeth sink into the nape of my neck.
I cry out in pleasure, my doubts forgotten.
The tip of your tongue moves over the indentations in my skin.
Your mark.
I am yours.