I feel a hand on my waist and that is when I realize that I was sleeping. But I can't think of a better way to wake than your hands on me.
It takes me a moment to rid myself of the fog and I open my eyes. Yes. You are laying beside me, as you were a few hours ago when we fell asleep together. You smile sheepishly at me, as if you are sorry you woke me. As your hand slips to my ass, I smile back. No. I am not upset you woke me. You may wake me anytime. To talk, to cry. Even to make love.
I caress the side of your face and move my hand down to your chest. Then down your chest and .... yes. That's why you woke. A dream of me perhaps? I squeeze your hard cock quickly and slide the hand around to your ass.
I move so that we are belly to belly and I feel your hard cock. I bend my knee and slip my leg in between your two. I slip my hand across your ass. I wonder how long I can play before the anticipation becomes too much for you. For now I just knead your cheeks with my hand. Feeling you. I feel like I could identify you by touching your ass, I know it's feel so well. Never something that interested me before you came along and now I am addicted. Not to any bum. Only yours.
I marvel that I am getting so excited as you play with my ass. Again, never a part of the body I thought about much. I never liked my butt. Then again, you could pat me on the head as if I were a schoolgirl and I would get excited.
Could we be that in synch? As I begin to probe your hole with my fingers I feel you begin the same. There is still lubrication from earlier. You kiss me and it seems to me that you are now more excited than you were.
Nothing excites me more than your pleasure and I am definitely awake enough now to take a little initiative. I move my way down your body. Slowly. Considering my next several moves. For me your body is like a shop full of my favorite things. The problem is always where to begin.