A long, lightly tanned naked leg dangled from under the bedcovers. The owner of that leg, her brown hair scattered wildly across the white pillow, lay nestled in the rumpled bedclothes of last night's frantic lovemaking..
She rolled over, trying to deny the existence of the daylight that comes after a long happy slumber. She didn't want the day to start yet... not when the warmth of the soft bed and even warmer hardness of the body next to hers beckoned her to stay buried under the comforters and tucked away from the rest of the world. Her long slender fingers snaked out from under the pillow. Although the texture of his skin and the rough feel of his chest hair were etched on her memory forever, the need for her to remind herself was overpowering.
She could smell him already. She breathed in deeply, buried her face in the pillow, rolling on to her belly and sliding her arm across his waist. The other shapely leg draped intimately over his hip, brushing dangerously close to his morning erection. Well, if she was going to have to be awake, she might as well make the most of her time.
She grinned to herself as he stirred slightly under the weight of her arm. His face, relaxed and boyish in sleep, turned toward her, his dark hair tousled and soft as it brushed lightly against her cheek. His eyes were still closed, but she could read the warm pleasure that washed over his face as her fingers slid slowly down his belly, tangling momentarily in the narrow line of hair that trailed to where her knee now rested.
His eyes opened suddenly, as if he had never been asleep. She felt the staccato beat of her heart that his piercing gaze created every time he looked at her. Her blood instantly began to pulse round her body to those areas that become engorged. . She smiled to herself knowing that at any minute he would shift his body ever-so-slightly and pin her to the bed with a good morning kiss that would most assuredly make her late for work. She looked at him with a soft, doe eyed expression, her lips parting only a fraction of an inch. It was all he needed...without a word he rolled himself onto one elbow and leaned over her, a small smile on his lips...his left hand came up to cup her cheek, then slid around to the nape of her neck, where he knew the skin was oh-so-sensitive and then onto her shoulder.
He caught that "you are going to fuck me " look in her eyes and softly offered his lips to hers. . His kiss was as gentle as butterfly at first, asking nothing of her but to receive what he tenderly offered. The next movement of his mouth brought a little more pressure; her lips opened to feel the tip of his tongue gently teasing the tender flesh of her lower lip.
A soft moan escaped her throat. His fingers tightened instinctively on her neck, and pulled her body closer to his, deepening the kiss, leaving no doubt that there wouldn't be time for breakfast this morning.
He wrapped his arms around her- one across her shoulders and the other under the curve of her bottom. He rolled to his back, taking her with him in one fluid movement. Her bright blue eyes snapped open in surprise at finding herself neatly planted atop him, her thighs splayed on either side of his hips...she could feel the hard ridge of him pressed into the soft flesh of her lower belly.
Bracing her hands on either side of his head, she pushed herself up. A tousled curtain of softly waving hair fell to frame her face and a wicked grin spread across her lips as she lifted her hips a fraction of an inch and arched her back, sliding her bottom to cover his hardness completely...and she heard breath hiss in through his clenched teeth. She peeked at him through her lashes, thinking he still looked too controlled...so, she wiggled a bit, setting him more firmly into her dampened panty-clad folds.
He bit back a groan and reached up to quickly still her hips with his hands. A quiet chuckle bubbled from her and she lazily ran a red-tipped finger down the length of his chest. She silently congratulated herself at having affected him so...and she was still steady as a rock! Her grin slipped a little, though, as he nonchalantly tucked an arm behind his head and looked up at her. A sinful smile was spreading across his beautiful mouth.
The whisper was almost lost to her it was so soft; but those words, whispered or otherwise, wrecked her every time..."Say it again..." she breathed, the subtle warmth in her belly turning to licking flames, traveling down her inner thighs. His smile faded, his green eyes bright with undisguised lust..."I want you", he said slowly, deliberately.
