Watching you sleep: one of my secret, guilty pleasures. You are so beautiful there, lying naked, innocent, unafraid of the world around you. I wish that I did not have to disturb you, that I could let you lay like this forever, but I know I can't. Or rather I won't, for there are other desires greater and more powerful and no matter how I fight it, I always give in. I move closer to you and wrap my arm around your middle. I whisper you name as I kiss your shoulder up to your neck because I know that is one of your favorite spots. I can feel you smile without even looking, as your mind slowly wakes up and you realize and accept what I am offering you. You haven't opened your eyes yet, but as I stop to look at you they drift open and you softly say good morning. I smile and say the same back as we kiss and I roll on top of you.
As we continue our lovemaking, my hands drift down to you your chest, naturally finding their way to your dark areolas. You know what I'm going to do before I do it and break our oral embrace to moan and catch your breath as I begin to tease your nipples, rubbing, pinching, and pulling the sensitive skin on your plentiful cleavage. I move down to kiss your neck and increase your pleasure, but you stop me and bring me back up to kiss again. I always forget too much, too fast, too soon, will drive you over the edge you are trying to slowly make your way to.
By now your breasts are painfully aroused and in need of soothing attention, so I end my digital torture to replace it with my mouth, kissing down your sensual neck to have some fun of my own with you bountiful female globes. I adore them, kissing and licking them all over, sucking on the teats and flicking them with my tongue to make them more erect, making you breathe a little harder, a little faster. I am almost satisfied after groping and showing such affection to each of your ample mounds, but I cannot forget the titillation we share. I kiss a path to the valley between your generosities, licking where your unique territory of pleasure is. You sigh deeply and moan softly now, for this is not an erogenous zone, but just one of the more sensitive and arousing areas on your body. You do not forget your part either, for me, and once you relax enough to stop clenching the bed sheets, you squeeze my face between your supple breasts, shaking them to massage my face. We both laugh and I move up and we kiss again.