The sun's light was held in check by the billowy curtains that kept the bedroom dark for hours beyond the coming of the dawn. A single small ray split the otherwise quiet and dark room, coming to rest on the soft swell of her hip. The light was not bright enough to wake her, nor the heat of its caress. But it was enough to wake him from his sleep, drawing a smile to his rough bearded face as he peered in utter adoration at the woman that lay at his side.
Her skin was pale, soft, and voluptuous save for a darkening of shoulders and the kisses of Irish freckles across her shoulders. The ray of light was just enough to allow him to see these parts of her in slight illumination, memories of caresses and hours of examining her body helping his mind fill in the blanks left by the lack of illumination. His eyes swept her body slowly, drinking in and elaborating on each detail of her as she slept. Deep in his mind he thought that even an angel could look no more beautiful than did the woman at his side.
She had taken to sleeping in close contact with him from the first moment they spent a night together in a shared bed. With the Ray of light playing on her skin, he was able to begin a slow, gentle caressing of her skin that made him smile at the feel of her and drew a smile to her sleeping face. Fingers began in the smooth skin of her cheek, running up to her hairline and through her hair, smoothing it back behind her ear, repeating over and over for several minutes. In her sleep she smiled and he wondered if she dreamed of the caresses or if she knew in her subconscious that it was he that touched her so lightly.
His fingers traced across the delicate skin of her throat, fingertips dancing across the marks left by his teeth, his marks of ownership and love written in flesh with his teeth. Her breath hitched slightly but she did not wake as his fingers pressed across a too-tender area of bruised flesh. He smiled inwardly, remembering the passionate embrace that had resulted in that particular bite and marking. She brought out an animalistic change in him when his passions were aroused and resulted in fierce kisses and, lips smashed together, tongues diving into one another's mouths before his lips invariably slipped off to one side of her neck and its tent skin, the skin he enjoyed licking, sucking, and biting with such intensity that her breathing caught, stuttered, and she poured out moans of mixed pain and pleasure. Her neck, shoulders, throat, and breasts all bore the marks of oust, love, and ownership of his teeth.
His fingers continued in their exploration of her sleeping body, running across her shoulders and down across the swell of her breasts. Her smile widened in her sleep as he gently stimulated her nipples, rolling them softly between his fingers, pulling at the pierced ring through one nipple as he liked to do, drawing the tender flesh taught and suspended by the hoop of metal. She would sometimes groan at this but more often than not, along with his other touches as she slept, her smile continued to blossom across her face as her subconscious took in the sensations he brought to her skin.
Repositioning himself, he gently drew the covers down from the rest of her body. He admired the swell of her hip, the curve of her ass that drove him so wild, the thighs and lovely calves. With a soft pressure he maneuvered her from her side onto her back, so gentle that had it registered to her, she would have thought the movement had been her own decision. And there, displayed in the shadows of the Ray-split darkness was the delicate cleft of her sex. Her skin was smooth and hair free, her lips swollen from their love-making the night before, a hint of moisture glistened in her labia, a result of his touches and the deep connection they triggered in the animal reaches of her mind. Nashe did not know it but her body was already drooling anticipation for his more intimate touches.
Her legs parted at his gentle but insistent pressure, spreading her sex open slightly so that the moisture was more evident. She groaned deeply in her sleep as the tip of his tongue moved to traced from the top of her slit down to the opening to the core of her body. He repeated the tender, slow licks, her body responding with a surge of blood that further engorged her labia and caused her clitoris to swell and peak out from beneath its hood. His licks became with greater pressure, her lips parting more as his tongue delved deeper into her tender area. As his tongue dipped into her opening, he inhaled deeply the smell of her sex, amplifying the taste of her sweetness upon his tongue. The movement of his tongue remained insistent, roving the length of her slit, dipping into her, and circling back to dance across her swollen clitoris. He could hear her breath coming more heavily as her body responded to him and the sleep-dream she thought she was in was drawn slowly forward towards consciousness.
"Daddy..." she groaned in a sleepy and uncoordinated voice, her eyes still closed above her flushing cheeks.
He continued licking her, driving his tongue in circles around her clit before taking the tender flesh into his mouth and sucking upon it as he would her nipples. He moved his face against her wet, swelling flesh as he sucked at her, stimulating her further.
