"How is it even possible for your bed to be this comfy?" I ask as I stretch out across the length of your mattress, wrapping myself in your seemingly endless flannel sheets. "Mine's okay, but this is just heavenly. I swear I'm never leaving."
Smiling, you let out a small chuckle, "That sounds fine to me! Just know that I'm a miniature space heater, so you'd better not get too warm in that pile of comforters you've created. I aim to snuggle, and I won't take any excuses. Now get over here." With a grunt you manage to drag me out of my cocoon and over onto your half of the bed.
"Just so long as I'm not cold. Other than that you'll get no complaints," I assure you.
After giving your cheek a small peck, I roll onto my back and move my arm to give you room. You nuzzle into the side of my chest and throw an arm over my stomach. Sighing deeply, you begin to relax and let the stress of your busy workday seep out of your tired muscles and aching bones.
Resting my cheek against your forehead, I take a deep breath, inhaling the scent of you. Running my fingers through your hair, my nails massage your scalp. And every so often I run my fingertips along the ridge of your exposed ear. Making contented noises, you nuzzle into my breast, rubbing your scruffy beard against the silky soft skin, causing my nipples to harden. Taking that as a sign of encouragement, you start planting kisses all along my full, inviting breasts. Your path traces circles that spiral out to envelope my cleavage. Every so often I can feel your tongue dart out to taste my warming skin. By the time you find yourself back at my sore, aching nipples, you're suckling and nibbling my breasts and driving me wild.
"Mmm, baby you're so gentle with me," I sigh softly.
Taking a handful of your thick, soft hair, I lightly tug your head back so you can look into my green, lustful eyes. With one final nip, you move forward and kiss me deeply. Your hands roam my body while our tongues dance between your mouth and mine. Your hands have found their way back to my long, red hair. As we break our kiss I grab my chance to pay you back for all that lovely teasing you'd just done to me.
Kissing the corner of your mouth, I move next to your chin, down your neck, feeling out your heartbeat. I can feel your pulse quickening under the supple skin of my lips. Gliding across your collarbone, centering over your sternum, I follow the trail of chest hair down to your belly button, continuing down even further. Aside from the fact that your cock is already at full attention, I can feel you guiding me with your hands wrapped through great section of my tussled red hair. I know what it is you want.
Settling myself between your legs, I gently take hold of you. Using just the tip of my tongue, I make small flicking motions along your shaft. Every inch or so I backtrack and soothe the freshly fired nerves by running the flat of my tongue over the recently teased sections of skin. Repeating this pattern, I work my way towards the tip of your cock. Once there I slip you into my mouth, working slowly at first. As I continue on moving up and down the length of you, you take over the rhythm and, with a firm hand, force yourself deeper into my throat, knowing that I'll match whatever speed or variance you might need. Just after I manage to swallow the entire length of your cock, you pull my head back with a harsh tug.
