On Saturday morning I woke up with you pressed against me. Your arm draped around my waist, your breath warm on my neck. Immediately my body responded to your nearness and I pressed back against you.
And you were asleep. Sound asleep. Damn you! I squirmed and finally slipped out of bed to go start breakfast.
I put on a pot of coffee and hopped in the shower. The warm water did nothing for my level of desire and I considered masturbating before you awoke. No – no...maybe it was a day for play, I decided.
Drying my hair I slipped into a pair of loose yoga pants and one of my bra tops – the one that cuts straight across the top of my breasts and has the open back. I decided I would drive you as crazy today as you drove me this morning in sleep.
By the time you awoke, bleary eyed and tousle-haired, I had eggs, toast and coffee for us. I gave you a good morning hug and let my body melt into yours, my hands caressing the soft hairs at the back of your neck. I gave you a gentle kiss good morning then a small bite on the neck and smiled up at you. I could see you look me up and down appraisingly, with a curious look in your eyes.
"Breakfast is ready," I said and put together a plate for myself and flounced off to watch cartoon network.
You joined me a moment later in your robe and we sat and giggled together through a show or two. I knew you had things to do but I so desperately wanted to be at the top of your "to do" list. After breakfast you went off to shower and I sat with my laptop to read a few erotic stories in bed.
Clean, shaven, and smelling like shampoo you sat down to play on the computer in your robe. I looked over your shoulder for a bit to see what mood you were in, my fingers trailing along your neck. You kept shooting looks at me like you were trying to read what was going on in my head. Every few minutes I would lean down and nibble or kiss your neck or reach around and caress your chest. A few times I even slid my lips along your ears before wandering off to do my own thing.
I found a great story and came out on the couch to read it to you while you made your latest mix. I could tell it affected you by the way you kept shifting in your seat. Then I skittered off to the basement to start some laundry, your eyes following me as I went.
In the basement I let myself play with myself for the first time and I was already wet from the lascivious thoughts I had been having. I loved teasing you, especially when you seemed so in control and then you slowly began to show your desire, too.
When I got back up to the kitchen you had turned up the music a bit and were pouring yourself another cup of coffee. I silently dropped to my knees in front of you and began to stroke your thighs. I parted your robe and finding nothing beneath I took a deep breath in and gave a big sigh bordering on a moan. I rubbed my face against your hips, thighs and crotch – breathing in your scent and letting my soft hair caress your skin. After a few moments of this, I started to get up and you looked overwhelmed.
Your face was flushed and your cock was starting to stir. I knew I had you. You were totally and completely mine.
"What are you playing at?" you asked me in a hoarse whisper. You reached out and took me by the waist, drawing me in to you. You covered my mouth with yours and your hands cupped my breasts through the thin material. Pushing me up on the counter you trailed kisses down my throat to the tops of my breasts and slide the shirt down to expose my nipples. Brushing your lips lightly across them, you sense my shivers and close your lips over one. I am trembling and breathing a bit harder by now. You stand back up and run your hands through my hair and tell me I have been a very bad girl.
