Fingers trace lazy circles on your bare skin. A hand moves up your leg and feels the curving contour of your hip on the way to the small of your back. The palm is flat and hot and firm and it presses into you as you begin to feel the gentle heat of breath on your thigh. Soft kisses press into your flesh, each punctuated with the wet trace of a searching tongue. His breath is audible and he draws long, slow drinks from the air as if inhaling you between his parted lips. He exhales heavily as the palm bends into a claw and he digs into your thigh. His breath tickles the small tuft of hair between your legs and he is so very close. He kisses you just above the crease of your thigh and slides his hand from behind you to open your legs and expose you....
And you wake up.
You realize you are not alone and that you have not been dreaming. A dark shape looms over you and you hear lips parting as if preparing to speak... "Hi, Baby," and then I move back down your body as I feel it relax from the initial shock of sudden awakeness.
I'm on my way to business unfinished, but I can't resist your breasts and I stop to trace a circle around your left nipple before I surround it with my lips and draw it into my mouth. My tongue flicks gently at the swollen flesh and I hear your breath change as you enjoy my attention. You move to touch me and you discover that I am naked over you. My skin is warm and you can feel my heartbeat as your fingers trace my chest and shoulders. I am calm and steady and deliberate – and driven. I leave your nipple to move down your body, inhaling your scent as I go. I reach your stomach and stop, allowing my hands time to explore you further before I taste you. My palms race along the inside of your spread thighs and I can feel your heat as I edge closer to your sex. I know you're wet – but I won't touch just yet. I trace your lips with my fingertips and I feel you arch out toward me. I part you with my thumbs and knead your flesh, spreading the warmth, prolonging the ache. You look to me just in time to see the shadow that is my body bend down between your open legs. My face is inches from you and you can feel my breath on your wet flesh.
You whisper the words that started it all, "Don't tease me – please..." And with that I plunge into you with my tongue, lapping at your cunt as if possessed. My lips find your clit and surround it as my tongue moves rapidly over the sensitive pearl and your hands clench into fists and pound the sheets beside you. I hear you moan and gasp in ecstasy as I play you with my tongue and lips. I return my tongue to your opening and penetrate you as deeply as I can, searching for more of your honey – and you satisfy my lust with your sweet cum. I replace my tongue with a finger and I begin to fuck you in rhythm to flicks of my tongue across your clit. You spread your legs further and your hips move to meet my hand as you moan "more!"
I move my fingers across your lips and plunge two into you. You arch your back in approval and I move in response to your pleading body. Your breath is shallow and your hands search wildly for something to grab onto as it builds inside you. You're cumming. You're cumming and there's no stopping it. It hits you like electricity and your body convulses with the force as it runs from behind your eyes to your toes and to the very edges of your being. I keep my fingers curled inside you touching your G spot as I move my mouth to your clit and suck it inside. I ride your orgasm, refusing to release you until you are spent and limp. Your body glistens with sweat and the aftershocks still roll through your trembling body as I raise myself up over you and stare down at you ominously in shadow. My shoulders are taut and my body is straining with barely contained desire. I draw a long, loud breath and my eyes widen animalistically. It snaps your attention to me like a gunshot and you realize with near horror – or is it anticipation – that I am not done with you yet. Not nearly.
