You walk into the bedroom, not surprised to see me asleep on the bed. Stepping closer, you notice that I have put on a satiny, see through blue camisole and matching panties. You also notice the sly, naughty smile playing across my full crimson lips. You watch me for a moment, thinking to yourself that even in sleep I look wanton, sexy.
You start to undress, keeping your eyes on my lush, full body as you strip you clothes off. The mattress depresses as you crawl in beside me, gently pulling me against your hard frame. I awake slowly, feeling your soft but firm lips on my throat, raining kisses on my soft flesh. A small moan escapes my lips, what a wonderful way to wake up.
I stretch like a feline, drawing your eyes to my high, firm breasts. You notice my nipples, dusky pink and hard, straining against the gauzy fabric of my camisole. Shivers run down my spine, my toes pointed straight out, my arms above my head, my back arched.
Leaning into you, I tenderly kiss your chest, my lips leaving a trail of dew on your bronze skin. I decide to play a game I know you like, we call it kiss, lick, blow. I place small kisses on your chest, naughtily lick the same spot, and finally pursing my lips and blowing on the wet. I rain our special kisses all over you chest, avoiding your small male nipples for a moment, teasing you. I know you love when I play with your nipples, how hard they get when my tongue snakes out to flick them softly.
Your hands are in my hair as I play our game, you know how turned on I get feeling your fingers in my silky brunette locks. Your finger traces the shell of my ear, caressing down to my neck. I’ve decided to stop teasing you, but, rather than give you the kiss first, I lick your hard nipple slowly, raising my lips off you quickly to blow on your wet nubbin. You groan in pleasure as I move to tease the other, a cat like smile on my face, my grey eyes shining.
I lick and blow on your other nipple, pulling another growl from your throat. I smile again against your skin and begin kissing my way slowly to your neck. MMM, I think; another spot that needs attention. I press my lips into the little hollow between your neck and collar, my tongue darts out, tickling you lightly. My lips are pressed firmly against that spot as I begin to nibble that same spot. Your hands are in my hair again, caressing my scalp as well as holding me against your neck.
Suddenly, I need to kiss you; I move my mouth from your neck and press my lips firmly against yours. My tongue darts out to trace your lower lip, pressing you to open for me. You open your mouth granting me access, allowing me to probe my tongue into your mouth. Your hands are roaming my body as our tongues dance around each other. I feel your fingers slide down my stomach, grazing the hem of my camisole. I moan into your mouth as I feel your hands slip under the fabric to stroke my warm, bare flesh.
You take control, flipping me to my back, keeping your mouth locked to mine. Your hands slide further up my stomach to cup my large full breasts, stroking over my dusky pink nipples. You feel them harden under your fingers as you lightly pinch and pull. I moan into your mouth, oh god that feels good. Your mouth leaves mine, dropping down, hungrily wrapping around my fabric covered nipple. I gasp when I feel your teeth lightly bite my engorged nub, tingles run through my body, centering in my now hot pussy.
My breast arch toward your mouth, wanting the attention only you can give. My fingers grasp the hem of my camisole. I lean up quickly to pull it over my head, your mouth only separating from my nipple enough for the fabric to brush by. My fingers entwine in your sandy blonde hair, holding your head to my breasts. You place your nose between my mounds, inhaling my feminine scent deeply before moving to give the other nipple attention. I feel your lips wrapping around to frame my half dollar sized areola, slowly moving inward to engulf its center. You nurse my nipple like a hungry child, sucking harder and harder, trying to coax forth the mother’s milk that is not yet there.
I’m moaning in delight, I love when you play a little rough, nipping and biting at my sensitive flesh. Shivers soar through my body at your touch, setting my blood on fire, making my pussy swell and drip. I begin rocking against you slowly, moving just enough that my thigh caresses your semi-hard cock. MMMM, my pussy twitches when I start thinking about your cock, seven inches of thick, hard, pleasure giving cock. I can feel your hardness rubbing against my thigh, my hand sneaks down to grasp you firmly. My fingers don’t fit all the way around you, MMM, god you’re so thick. I begin to lightly stroke up and down your rod as you continue to lick and suck my breasts. I want you hard and I want you hard now!
I take my hard away from your hardening cock, putting my hands on your chest and pushing you to your back. I’m in control now, I think as I give you a sexy cat smile. I scoot my body down, positioning my mouth above your pole, oops! MY slut pole as you have fondly named him. I gaze at MY slut pole, fascinated with the bumps and ridges that will disappear in a moment. My gaze moves slowly up your body till my sparkling grey eyes connect with yours.
