I lay there propped up on my elbow as I watch you sleep. Your breathing is steady but every once in a while, you sigh contently as if you are having one of your pleasant dreams. I envy you those dreams; mine are all too often stressful and even frightening. Now and then, you moan softly as your lower body squirms against the sheets. I wonder if you are having an erotic dream!
We both sleep au natural so it is a simple thing for me to reach out and softly touch your firm tummy. It is a touch so tender and gentle that you are totally unaware of the sensation. Emboldened by your reaction (or lack thereof), I run my knuckles over your abdomen and down your side. This causes you to flinch ever so slightly since you are quite ticklish. Rather than risk waking you, I stop that avenue of attack and instead decide to direct my attention to your inner thighs,
I know that this spot is among the silkiest and softest of all your special spots and that my attentions to them may well awaken you with desire. I know the risks of this – and want only at this juncture to touch you and to feel the electricity flow up my arm. The stage of making love – as wonderful as that is – will come later.
Almost the instant my fingers graze your left thigh you turn over with your back to me. This presents to my adoring eyes that sensuous curve of your back as it flows from the nape of your neck, along your spine to the upward flow of your magnificent behind. It is almost as though you are signalling where you want to be touched next but I remain sure that you are still sound asleep. After all, it was only four hours ago that we rolled over together after a lovemaking session that lasted for two and a half hours. I awoke feeling restless but you remained in dreamland.
Anyway, I return to the warmth of your skin as I run my fingers lightly from the back of your knees down over your calves to your well-turned ankles. I can feel the throb of your heartbeat when I press lightly against the spot just below your anklebone. The pulse is so close to the surface that I can sense the very warmth of the blood as it courses through your artery. I massage it gently and it returns to me with an increase in the speed of the pulsating rhythm. It is as if you are reacting to my touch with an increase in your height of arousal without knowing.
The pulse is echoed in my own as my cock begins to harden with underlying excitement. I love the first growth of the day when my shaft responds to your touch or, in this case, your vicarious return of my proximity. Your legs move apart as you continue to lay on your side with your back to me. I slowly inch my fingers – with their feather light pressure – up your leg until I am caressing the back of each knee; I know that this is one of your many erogenous zones. With each caress, you moan softly as you dream of my touch. Perhaps you are only feigning sleep, my love?
My fingers dance over the back of each leg; taking my time to ensure that each slim limb receives its fair share of attention. I start to trace the outlines of those sexy legs with the palm of my hand, still maintaining the barest of pressures. When my hand arrives at the juncture of your thigh and the outward curve of your bum, I cup each cheek in turn. After spending several minutes to worship each globe, I slide my hand slowly between the sides to urge you to open yourself to me a little.
You hiss and draw air in sharply when my fingers find the warm moisture that has been oozing from your pussy lips. I only brush my index finger over the opening long enough to capture several drops of your aromatic cum. With this, I lubricate the space between the back of your puss up to the puckered opening that is now open to my gaze. I encircle that precious opening with my moistened finger and you finally raise your head and turn it to gaze hungrily at me.
"Oh! My sweet baby! What you are doing to me! I'm so wet!"
"Relax sweetheart" I urge you in a whispered tone. "There is much more to come"