I'm lying in bed, on my right side, where I drifted to sleep the night before, curved back against the shape of your body after we exhausted each other fulfilling our desires. The sun burns a faint light through the window as it begins to rise, trying to pull me out of my dreams to begin the day. I ignore it and nestle in closer to you, caught in that blissful state between sleep and full-consciousness; sweet, beautiful dreaminess. As I drift, floating in a bubble of pleasant memories and delightful dreams, a new sensation enters into my subconscious. I smile as I realize that the electric thrill that I feel on my arm is your fingertips, butterfly light, slowly gliding over my arm.
I sigh, and you let your fingers travel up my shoulder and down my shoulder blades. Your fingers dance along down my back, waves of pleasure, of relaxation, trail behind your sensitive touch. You continue to trace designs up and down my back, letting the fire begin to build into a slow burn under my skin. I am now completely awake, no longer in a blissful dream world, but in a blissful reality. Your hand slides down my spine, your fingers lingering at the base, caressing, and I let out a low, soft moan.
Taking that as your signal, you slide your hand up my hip and along my side. Reaching around to my tummy you give it a light circling caress and then once more, dipping into my bellybutton, before you move your hand up to my breasts. Spiraling around the fullness you lift them, sliding up to my nipples. You tease them, letting them harden beneath your nimble fingers. I feel your gentle tweak, just enough to make me take in a quick breath, and then let your hand wrap around and squeeze my breast. Spending time on each one, your hand massaging, switching from one to the other. I feel your breath as your free hand moves my hair out of the way from my neck. You nuzzle in, your lips warm and tender. You nibble and kiss down at my ear, breathing your warm, moist breath into my ear, sending ripples down my spine.
My breathing quickens slightly as your hand leaves my breasts, sliding down to my stomach till I feel your hand trace along my hip and down to my thigh. Pressing back I feel your desire hard and throbbing on my skin as you caress my smooth thigh and my arousal lifts to a new awareness. I let out a soft moan of contentment as you run your hand across my bum and down the back of my thigh. Lingering on my thigh, your fingers trace patterns across my welcoming flesh. As I revel in the pleasure of your touch, you surprise me yet again by tickling the back of my knees and nuzzling deeper. I feel your smile on my neck as I let out a moan and try to work my bottom closer to you, closer to your throbbing core.
You bring your hand around and slide between my thighs slipping in easily as you lift my leg by just an inch, knowing that I'm not going to resist you. Your fingers tease my sensitive thighs, and I shiver as you inch them up higher, nearing my pussy, but not quite touching it. I know that you're aware of how much I want you right now, my lust. The quickening of my breathing, the intensifying of my moans, the shivers already passing through me have betrayed me.
Finally, your fingers almost brush my wet womanhood and I spread my legs in invitation. But you have other plans. Your fingers slide back to my thighs and then, lightly, tickle through the curls between them. Not touching my pussy, letting the light sensation, the anticipation, tease me.
Your fingers twist through the curly tendrils of my hair, finally brushing ever-so-lightly against the outside of my pussy. My moans become louder, more desperate as my desire for satisfaction fights with my desire to let your control continue. As much as I want you, I know that you are drawing out the experience to build my excitement, that if I let your control continue, I will be rewarded.
I let out another moan; you recognize the pleading sound to it as you keep your hands light on my pussy and my thighs. I can feel the wetness building, and I want you now. My mind I damns you for being so good, teasing my body till the only focus I have is my need for your touch to trigger my release.
I hold my breath, waiting, hoping that you'll finally let your fingers find their way inside me as your hand glides higher. Instead, you press your palm against the outside of my pussy, pressing and sliding up and down. I want to beg, to plead, but I only moan, and then, like rain on the desert, I feel the relief of your fingers slipping into my wet warmth, caressing me.
Your fingers tease, gliding up and down, running over my dripping pussy, across my throbbing clit. I gasp in pleasure. I throw my head back, let my hips begin to rock in time with your fingers. My hips lift as your fingers slide inside of me, curling back, finding my sensitive g-spot, causing me to gasp and shudder.
Up and down my hips writhe, your fingers curving inside of me, your palm flat as it glides over my welcoming clit on the out-stroke. My body is an instrument, and you play it with the deft skill of a master. Shudders wrack my body, setting my breasts trembling, as the scent of my musk, my nectar fills the air.
I raise my arm above me, to stretch and grab the headboard. With wicked intention you lean into me. I cry out in surprise as you kiss my armpit. I look up to see the sly grin on your face.
