Last night we had stayed out late playing cards. We had gotten back to the cabin very late, for some passionate lovemaking on that canopied four-poster you love so much. Then we had fallen asleep in each others arms. Me still not being sure I’ve forgiven you for beating me at my game, you not sure I haven’t let you win.
The smell of sex and ours sleep engulfs us as I wake this very early morning. Your face framed in its golden halo. Your beautiful blue eyes hidden from me by those lids closed in sleep. You stir and the eyes flicker open giving me a glimpse of your soul. “Good morning my rose.” Then our lips meet to communicate the passion still there from last night. As you move close to me and lift your leg over mine, the heat builds. The kiss becomes stronger, deeper, and harder. The demand in our souls and bodies grows stronger with every moment.
“I love you, Rose.” I say, as my lips move to nibble your ear lobe. Lower to your neck, sucking on it to leave a large mark, for all to see. Then to the place where your neck meets your shoulder. I bite gently and blow on it, feeling your shiver.
“Yankee I love you” you whisper, as you bring your hips closer to me. I bend my head and kiss the tops of your breasts, and your press my head closer to you. Then lower as I take your nipple in my mouth and nurse on it like a baby. “Oh God! ” You say, as I lick your nipple and thrust to your entrance unable to enter you.
Your hand reaches down and you gently stroke me. Stimulating me beyond belief, caressing my penis and balls. You tease me by rubbing the head on your hot, wet entrance. Wetting the head of my manhood. “ Lay on your back darling,” as you push me over, onto the bed.
