Although my eyes are closed I know that it is not yet morning. But I’m half awake. I open my eyes a fraction, the soft pre-dawn light making it possible to just discern the outlines of the bedroom furniture.
As always I have been sleeping lying on my left side, my legs pressed together and my knees pulled up a fraction against my chest, my hands on the pillow in front of my face. It’s not time to get up yet. So why did I wake up?
Then I sense him. Lying behind me, his warm body pressing gently against mine. He is lying perfectly still, but I can feel his chest moving against my back as he is breathing softly.
Just as I am about to turn over to face him, his right arm reaches around my waist to keep me lying where I am. ”Don’t move!” he whispers.
I’m shifting against him, still wanting to turn over. ”Kiefer! How did you get here?” I ask. ”Why are you here?” My right hand moves down to cover the one holding me pinned down, stroking it with my fingertips.
I feel his hot breath against my neck as his mouth moves close to my ear. He whispers in his deep, rich voice, ”I want to make love to you ….”
His words send shivers down my spine and my heart skips a beat. He keeps caressing the nape of my neck with his mouth, kissing the sensitive skin very softly. Just breathing at it, making it tingle.
His arm lets go of my waist and again I try to turn around. ”No! Please don’t move yet ….” he begs me as his hand is sliding slowly up my side. I can feel his upper body moving back a fraction, enabling him to start kissing and licking his way over my neck and shoulders. Running his tongue over my skin. Creating a wet, burning trail.
Still kissing my back, he lets his hand stroke up and down my upper arm before moving it down to cup my breast. I tremble and my breathing is already a little ragged. His warm hand caresses my right breast gently, then moves to the left one below it. His fingertips circle and roll the nipples. Teasingly, slowly until they are so hard they are hurting.
Although I cannot turn around I still want to touch him, and I reach behind me to let my right hand run through his hair. He turns his face towards my palm, kissing and licking it before he takes my index finger into his mouth. He sucks at it gently, moving his head back and forth slowly to make my finger slide over his tongue, in and out between his lips.
His left hand is stroking my neck and shoulders, while the right leaves my breasts to slide downwards. Instinctively I suck in my stomach, trying in vain to make it flat and firm. ”Don’t do that,” he whispers from behind. ”You‘re perfect!” I exhale and let my muscles relax again, just enjoying his touch.
As his hand makes its way in slow circles over my stomach, I reach behind me again. I slip my hand under his arm so that I can touch his back. I let my hand slide lightly over the warm skin, trying to reach as much of him as possible, and I can feel the muscles moving under my palm.
Now his hand has reached my hip and rests there for a moment as he lifts his head again, kissing from my shoulder and up the side of my neck, delicately licking my ear. Then his hand continues its slow travel down my thigh, his nails raking the skin very gently as he strokes up and down. The front, the side, the back. Soon the skin feels as if it was burning.
But my pussy is burning, too, and I want him to touch it. I dare not ask him, but I shift my right hand from his back to his stomach. I spread my fingers to cover as much skin as possible when I let them slide through the trail of soft hair down towards his crotch. I reach his pubic hair and let my fingers come to rest there.
He moves back a little to allow my hand to reach its destination. Deciding to pay him back for playing with me, I move my hand upwards in stead, just stroking my palm over his hip. But finally I can’t wait anymore, and I let my hand go back down to touch his cock. I have felt it slowly swelling against my buttocks while he has been caressing me, and now it feels like a burning rod of iron against my palm.
He sighs with pleasure as I begin to move my hand along the shaft. Not yet stroking it, just a feathery touch against the skin. At last I feel his right hand moving in the direction I want it to. It slides from my hip and down over my buttocks, and finally he is touching my pussy from behind.
Our hands are rubbing against each other. My hand keeps running gently up and down his cock, while he lets his fingers tickle my labiae and the inside of my thighs. After teasing me like that for a while he spreads my lips with his fingers, opening my pussy so that he can stroke the entrance directly.
He lets two fingers slip inside me to lubricate them in the juices flowing there, then presses his hand between my legs to reach my still hidden clit. When his moist fingertips find it and begin to rub at it, it feels as if my lower body has caught fire and I moan loudly. This makes him rub faster, directly at my swollen, aching clit and along the slit of my pussy.
My hand begins to stroke him with more force, circling the sensitive head before returning to the base of the cock, where I manage to let my fingertips caress his tight balls without letting go of the shaft. I take hold of the cock and try to guide it towards my pussy, but he only allows it to nest along the cleavage between my buttocks.
I turn my head, trying to look back at him as he is lying there behind me. Resting on his left elbow and still letting his right hand slide teasingly all over my pussy, now and again inserting two fingers and rotating them inside me, rubbing against the sides. I cannot see his face, but I pant, ”Please! Stop playing with me. I want you inside me!” I arch my back to press my dripping pussy against his crotch, letting go of his cock to grab his ass cheek, pressing it against me to force him to enter me.
At last he gives in. His right hand returns to my hip briefly, then takes hold of my upper cheek, spreading my buttocks as wide as possible to ease his entrance into me. I hold my breath as I feel the cock head against my labiae, and then he starts pressing against me.
When he enters me it almost hurts, and I cannot stop myself from whimpering a little. But it’s a good pain, a wonderful, sizzling pain that makes my pussy pulse.
”Oh God, you’re so tight!” he groans as he continues to slide his cock very carefully into me. When he reaches the bottom of my pussy, he waits for a moment to let us both catch our breath before he starts moving slowly in and out of my soaking wet cave. His arm returns to hold me around the waist, pressing me against him.
I crane my neck to lean back against his shoulder. ”No, you’re big .…” I gasp. His movements inside me make goose bumps form all over my body and my pulse is racing. Again I place my right hand on his ass cheek, pushing him against me in an attempt to make him go faster. As my pussy gradually expands, adjusting to his girth, he is able to thrust more forcefully into me with increasing speed. I’m clutching the pillow under my head with both hands now, pressing my face down into it. Moaning and whimpering with pleasure.
