You are wrapped in my arms, snug with your back against me. As usual, I awaken before you do, watching you, savouring the sweet perfection of you next to me. Inhaling deeply, I imbibe the heady scent of you, pausing for a moment to trap your essence within me.
The sunlight creeps in, casting soft shadows in our cliffside villa. Clad in a white satin slip and a thong, you look like a goddess from a dream. The view from the bed is breathtaking; the dawn and the rising sun turn the sea a golden hue. The birds make a gentle melody against the background of waves crashing against the rocks far below; two courting squirrels playfully pursue each other across the branches of the Banyan tree outside our bedroom.
Our clothes lie scattered on the day-bed, a reminder of the urgency with which we made love after dinner. I kneel on the bed; rousing you gently with soft kisses. Cupping your cheek with one hand, I kiss your lips as my hands move to your breast, circling your nipple through the soft silk of your slip. Whispering softly to your still-dreamy mind, I tell you of your beauty, within and without. I roll your nipple tenderly, and it grows firm to my touch. You roll over to lie on your back and open your eyes hesitantly. I smile innocently as I bend down to take your big toe in my lips, sucking on gently as my tongue runs over the tip salaciously. You're still sleepy, and everything still seems just a little hazy.
You awaken and protest feebly, but still allow me to lick my way up your calf softly. Slowly, my tongue works its way up to your thighs. Pausing there for a moment, I look up at you and smile lovingly. Straying to more sensitive areas, I slide your silk slip up above your waist. Leaning down, I part your thighs with my palms and put my lips at your service. My eyes look intensely into yours as I lick at your slit through your panties, awakening your clit with my tongue.
You feel your panties being pulled aside, exposing your moistness. You squirm as I gently blow air on your clit. My lips encircle your clit; the tip of my tongue runs over softly it. You quiver and protest for a moment, then lie back and surrender as the spark of arousal kindles within you.
My hand roams over your belly, leaving no place untouched. My palm glides gently over the smooth perfection of your skin. With measured pace, the tip of my tongue makes light and gentle circles over your clit, softly arousing you. Your clit grows firmer, and your moistness becomes wetness. I savour the creamy nectar of your love. I moisten the tip of my index finger as you watch, then advance it gently into your wetness until the fingertip reaches your g-spot.
I pause for a moment, smiling within as I see the need in your eyes. I begin by tongue-teasing your clit faster and faster, fingering your g-spot with my fingertip in unison. My other hand moves up your body and catches your nipple, rolling it in time with my caresses. You remain passive, letting me gently awaken your body and mind. Slowly but surely, you respond; your moistness becomes wetness; you put your hand on your mound and pull up gently to allow me to get at your clitoris more readily.