I told her my weakness. I shouldn't have, I know. But I didn't anticipate just how useful the tiny piece of information that I shared with her would be... or just how often she would choose to exploit it. I'd thought at the time that it was only fair to 'throw her a bone', as she'd unwittingly revealed many weaknesses of her own through our numerous conversations. I should have known better...
I knew that calling her mine made her weak at the knees; grabbing her by her hair made those luscious lips part in a quiet "o" of surprise and anticipation; my hand at her throat made her eyes glaze over with lust; the feel of my mouth on her earlobe and neck made her weak in the knees; and the thought of my fertile semen impregnating her was a guaranteed way to soak her panties with her juices. With such an arsenal at my disposal, I didn't anticipate her own perceptiveness where I was concerned. It was my mistake.
I woke up this morning to the delicate scent of vanilla subtly invading my senses. I stirred in an attempt to regain my prior sleeping state, but the scent only grew stronger. Battling sleep-heavy eyelids, I peered through slightly squinted eyes to deduce what was going on. Aha. Her long hair, so lovingly brushed out last night after her shower, was now tousled across my pillow to tickle my nose. I reached up to entangle my fingers in the silky strands and brought them to my lips for a reverent kiss. Struck with a fancy, I brought the locks closer, inhaling her scent gently. A smile curved my lips upwards, and I gave a subtle tug to her mane. She didn't notice.
Levering myself up onto an elbow, I gazed down at her beloved face, replete in the peace of heavy slumber. Shallow breaths slowly moved past her plump, slightly parted lips in dire need of kissing, while her blue eyes twitched restlessly beneath delicate lids. I moved the coverlet down, revealing bare shoulders. Further still to show me the rounded curvature of her bountiful breasts. Oh, but I would worship them for hours, sipping at their nectar until I was drunk with her essence. Unable to control myself, I lowered my head, my tongue rasping against her nipple, relishing the way it instantly puckered up for me. I chuckled quietly, lying my hand on her other breast, forefinger and thumb delicately plucking at the nipple like a taut bowstring.
Her back arched a little, her breath hitched a moment, and I froze, not wanting her to rouse quite yet. In a moment, she settled, and I began to breathe again. My lips wrapped around the crest of her full breast, and I suckled softly, swirling my tongue around her hard nipple. In her sleep, she moaned, and I felt my cock twitch in response. My hand moved up to lightly caress the soft skin of her cheek as my mouth trailed fiery kisses to her other nipple. A breathy sigh escaped her lips, and I smiled against her warm flesh.
My mouth lingered for awhile at her breast, seeking the life-giving nourishment so often given from the twin orbs, but to no avail. I remained parched, wanting, thirsty for more of her. Darting a quick glance at her face, I merely detected traces of arousal among the peaceful sleep she resided in, so I kissed my way down to her most secret area... MY area. My nose nuzzled between her fleshy lips, scenting her aroma, cock rising stiffly almost instantaneously. My tongue darted out for a taste, and I couldn't restrain a loud moan. She tasted like heaven, beckoned like sin, and I was a most willing fallen angel, tangled in her wings to remain forever bound to her. One long, steady stroke of my tongue along her crease revealed her secret... she was already wet for me. Her juices already flowing, soaking her body, making her pussy lips glisten in calling. She moaned again, hips rising slightly to meet me. I paused, glancing up. Still asleep. But not for long.
I licked again, eyes rolling back into my head in delight as I brought my hand to her opening. Gently, my index finger nudged its way inside her tight opening, twisting to find her g-spot, and then deliberately, steadily, stroking in a rhythm guaranteed to get her going. My tongue rolled unceasingly around her swelling clit, and her breathing increased in intensity. No longer able to contain my moans, I buried my face deeper into her cleft, and was rewarded as her hips began to gyrate against my face, grinding her desperate self against me. I inserted a second finger, staring to move in and out of her, imitating the motion that my rock hard cock was urging me to commence. But I refrained, instead rising above her to lie beside her, keeping my fingers buried deep in her tightness. Using fingers wet from her inner dew to circle a nipple, I leaned close to bite her neck.
"Arise, my pet," I whispered in her ear, biting again. "Your Master craves you."
She moaned, stirring, opening her eyes to look at me in a mixture of surprise and delight.
