The early morning light was beginning to filter through the windows as I opened my eyes just a bit. I rolled over on my back and stretched my legs just a bit. Thank goodness it was Saturday morning. I'd had a rough week, and I was looking forward to sleeping in just a little later than normal.
As my left shoulder hit the mattress, I felt my husband's body right next to mine. I looked over and found that Bryan was rolled up on his side, facing me. His eyes were closed and his breathing was regular. I loved the way the hair on his beard wiggled as the air passed in and out of his nose. We'd been married now for over ten years, yet I loved him just as much as the first day I'd met him.
I snuck a look at the clock. It was only 6:30. Good. That meant that I could get maybe another couple of hours sleep before I got up and started cleaning the house. I closed my eyes and tucked my left leg under my right knee, giving my legs the appearance of a triangle. I crossed my hands over my stomach, just below my chest. I could feel the satin material of the blue nightgown I had worn to bed the night before hugging my body. The covers were lying just below my hips, and I had an urge to pull them up to my neck. But I felt a light breeze blowing in from one of the windows. It was caressing my skin, causing goose bumps to break out over my exposed arms. At the same time, I could see my nipples starting to harden beneath the teddy. I sighed. They were so damned sensitive that all I had to do sometimes was THINK about them, and they'd stick out. Of course, Bryan loved this, and took advantage of it thoroughly whenever we were making love.
I had just started to doze back off when I felt a light touch on my shoulder. Uh-oh, I got the feeling that Bryan was now awake, and looking for a little early morning love. I kept my eyes closed and pretended to be sound asleep. I really wasn't in the mood for fooling around today. I wanted nothing more than to slip back into slumber at that point. I did my best to ignore him, hoping he'd just leave me be.
Naturally, that wasn't going to happen. I felt his fingers slip down from my shoulder, tracing a beeline towards my breasts. Someone was in the mood, all right. Maybe if I just acted like I didn't notice, he'd give up and go back to bed. But that became tougher as his fingers touched my left nipple. It was all I could do to keep from sucking in a breath as he traced three fingertips over my bud. If I had thought that it was hard before, my nipple was now straining against the light silk. His fingers began fanning out, stroking my entire breast. They traveled from outside to inside, top to bottom, causing more goose bumps to join my arms. God, this felt so good, despite not being in the mood for fooling around.
He took up a pattern after a minute of running his index finger all the way around my areola, time and again teasing the base of my nipple, without actually touching the tip. My first urge was to arch my back, hoping to have his palm make contact. But I restrained myself, continuing the charade of sleeping through his torture.
Thankfully, his fingers moved down over the hands clasped at my stomach. But that only lasted for a second. He gently pried my hands apart and placed them on either side of my body. This now gave him unrestricted access to my front, from my neck all the way down to my feet. Of course the blankets were at my hips, but that wouldn't stop him, now that he was in gear.
His hand crossed over my stomach and moved towards my other breast. I knew this game. He'd continue his seduction between my breasts, hoping to get me all hot and bothered. And damn him if he wasn't succeeding! Yet a part of me still refused to give in, so I lay there, still as could be, enduring his touches.
I felt a warmth begin to spread between my legs as he worked on my nipple. His hand moved up towards my shoulder, to find the thin strap that held my outfit up. He slid it down over my forearm, bringing the rest of the material along that was covering my breast. My right breast was now exposed, and his fingers traced a line along the outside edge of it, just below my armpit. This caused yet more goose bumps to rise, bringing this nipple to attention. His fingers circled in, teasing me as he ever so slowly focused in on my aching nipple. Despite my efforts to show no reaction, I felt my fingers twitch as he crossed over the tip, then came back over again. I knew my skin was beginning to flush as I became more and more aroused.
