I woke early in the morning with the sun beating down hot on my naked body. It had been so hot last night in Spain that I could lie next to you clothed.
I checked the clock and saw we had over two hours before we had to get to the market in the village. I turned onto my side and watched you sleeping. My eyes devoured the hard curves of your back down to your tight ass which was hidden by the thin, cotton sheet. It took all my strength not to run my finger up and down your spine to wake you. Instead I moved gently towards you, mindful of not waking you up. Well, not yet anyway. I took my face close to your ear and began whispering.
"I want your hands on my breasts, kneading, squeezing, pinching my nipples so hard I have to control my scream. I want you to throw me on my back, force my legs apart and nuzzle your stubbly chin into my soft, wet cunt and flick my clit with your tongue and tongue my gaping hole. I want you to force your fist into my pussy and wiggle your fingers inside me making me scream and beg for you to let me come. I want your throbbing, hard cock in my tight ass while your fingers work my cunt and clit."
As I moved through my list I got louder and louder, and began what I was resisting. Very gently at first, I ran one finger up and down your spine and across the top of your ass, then I moved onto pulling my nails up and down your hard back. The harder I pulled, the more you stirred until your eyes were open and you were staring.
Your eyes connected to me and you bore into my soul, and I knew you had heard what I had said. A thick, knowing smile spread across your face. It would be begin.
Before I had realised what was happening, your weight was bearing down on top on me. You were using your hands to pin my arms down and your legs had spread mine wide about, and I could feel your hardness, through the sheet, pressed up against my hip. When I took stock of the situation, I felt a flood gate open in my pussy and I knew I had to have you.
I began rubbing myself off against your leg and the friction of the sheet, against my intimate area and your thigh, threatened to push me over the edge too early.
You nuzzled your head into my neck and kissed me tenderly in time with my grinding. I could feel your heart beating hard and quickly and my breath quickening with each kiss. You were squeezing and releasing my arms which you also did in time with my grinding hips.
"Stop," you said as you bit my neck hard. I move my head to look at you, confusion spread across my face. "Not too quickly." I nodded dumbly and stopped my grinding. You released my arms and knelt back between my legs. I'd have bruises there tomorrow.
My pussy was desperate for attention and I was sure my juices were free flowing onto the sheets below. I propped myself up to get a proper look at you.
Your short, blonde hair was sticking up at interesting angles, your angular jaw was awash with day-old stubble, but it was your eyes that caught me. It always took me by surprise at the intense aqua colour they shone in the sun. They captivated me and I was sure they could almost get me off without you having to touch me.
You caught me staring and laughed. Even your laugh had the power to pull at my clit. I broke eye contact, embarrassed and my obvious lust, and followed your body down, past your muscular shoulders to your strong, powerful chest. One of my most favourite things was to run my fingers through the blonde hair on your chest and I couldn't stop myself doing it now. I circled my hands across, making sure I gently tugged at your nipples, making you gasp and giggle at the look of pleasure in my eyes.