I wake early, as the sun is just seeping into the morning sky. Warm yellow light edges around the curtains, casting soft shadows across the room and settling on your face. You look so peaceful as you lie here beside me; all the tension that had built up throughout the day has drained away, and you are more relaxed than I am used to seeing you. I am torn as I don't want to wake you, but I have an overwhelming urge to touch you, to explore every inch of your body with my hands and my mouth.
Giving in to my impulse I reach out and lightly caress your chest, my fingers tracing the intricate detail of the tattoo over your heart. Barely touching you, I allow my fingertips to trail over your skin, looping and swirling over the lines, savouring the contrast of soft skin and coarse hair. My tongue follows my fingers, tasting your sleep-warmed skin, my lips placing gentle kisses at random intervals, teeth gently grazing your skin. As my hands travel lower you shift a little, and I realise you are now awake. Pausing in my exploration of the familiar terrain of your chest I lift my head and place a gentle kiss on your lips.
Smiling back at me, you run your fingers through my hair, tucking it behind my ears so you can see me more clearly. Your hands lazily caress my face as if trying to memorize its contours. Wordlessly, you reach out and pull me on top of you, drawing me in close for a long, deep kiss. I savour the moment, loving the feel of your strong arms around me, holding me close against your broad chest. For a moment I rest there in your familiar embrace, remembering all the times we have been here before, and daydreaming of all the times to come.
Rousing myself from my reverie I sit up and stretch, writhing teasingly, watching your expression change as you react to my sinuous movement. I smile as I feel your cock harden against me and adjust my position a little, rubbing my pussy against your erection, enjoying our increasing arousal. I gently take your hands from my hips and place them by your side, pinning your wrists to the bed. As I lean forwards to trail a string of light kisses across your shoulder and down your chest my hair falls forward, and the way you wriggle beneath me reminds me how ticklish you are. With a wicked smile I hold your wrists more firmly, and slowly move my head so my hair skims across your chest. You squirm but don't try to stop me, and I can see that you are enjoying this as much as I am.
Slowly, teasingly, I work my way down your chest, kissing and biting, my hair trailing over your skin. Releasing your wrists so I have my hands free to roam over your body, I close my eyes to allow my other senses to take over. I breath in deeply, taking in your subtle scent, a unique blend of soap and lingering traces of your musky, woody aftershave. My fingertips caress your skin, taking in the contrast between its softness and the taught work-hardened muscles below. The sensations washing over me are intoxicating, and the sound of your pleasure adds to this heady feeling. Seeing and hearing your arousal turns me on so much, and I can feel myself getting wetter by the second, my lips becoming slick and tingling with desire.