I stir slightly, moving ever so slowly from sleep to wakefulness. The scent of roses fills my mind, & I smile. roses, I love that smell-there's something so soft and sweet-- & an underlying sensuality -- nothing is sexier than the smell of roses.. Something tickles my nose and I stir further, the gentle touch brushing over my cheeks and lips.. I slip closer to consciousness. I peek through one sleepy eye to gaze at you, sitting on the edge of the bed, a mischievous glint in your eye. I smell roses again and I realize it is the soft petals of a single yellow rose that tickles and kisses my skin..
I chuckle groggily.. and futilely pull the covers up over my head-- waking is never my strong point. You laugh, yanking the covers away, leaving me shivering slightly at the sudden cold rush of air. My skin gets goosebumps and I growl softly at you, although a small smile quirks at my lips. You brush the rose over my bared shoulders, my collarbone and down towards the scoop neckline of the brief tank I wore to sleep. You shift closer, your hip against mine, brushing the soft petals back up my throat to kiss my lips again. You place it on the headboard above my head and then trace your fingertips lightly over the same path. You move your hands down, to slide them under the material of my shirt... fingers splayed as you lightly rub my skin. I feel the warmth, the heat, the hidden strength of your touch and my breath catches, something deep inside me melts. You move your hands up, fingertips brushing over the undersides of my breasts. I gasp and open my eyes fully for the first time this morning. The green fire in my gaze deepens to dark emerald as I gaze at you, feeling my body and desire starting to smolder. You cup my breasts, your mischievous look fading into the one of passion and possessiveness I know so well.
You pull my top off in on fluid movement, followed quickly by the panties I still insist on sleeping in, a habit, one you continually tease me for. You lay down beside me, your weight against my side as you press your body against the length of me. One hand cups my breast, and your thumb begins to tease and flick my nipple, a soft moan escapes me and you lean over to kiss my lips.
I always lose myself in your kiss, the soft lips, the gentle or harsh exploration or plundering of my mouth, sometimes asking, sometimes demanding, always breathtaking. An eternity seems to pass as we kiss, again,.. and again... as your thumb flick...flick..flicks my sensitive nipple. Slowly, your lips move down my jaw to my neck to that spot ...right... *there*, that makes me moan and squirm, guaranteed. I move against you, eager for more, more of your touch, your lips, your love, just MORE. You move to lay atop me, cradling your hardness in the welcoming valley of my thighs. I moan softly, grinding my hips against yours, and a thrill runs through my blood as I hear your low growl in response. I wrap my arms around your neck and caress your skin, running my fingers through your hair. You kiss and nibble your way down my collarbone, working your way to my breasts ..oh so slowly.. Finally you reach them, first flicking your tongue over one nub and then the other, as I gasp and clutch you closer. Your tongue circles my nipple, closer and closer, until finally you make contact with the tip, growing pebble hard as you suck and nibble and pull on it. I writhe beneath you as you move back and forth and back again between my aching breasts.
