I was asleep but I felt him slide into bed. He crawled under the covers and drew me back to him. His hands were warm against my skin, his touch firm and gentle at the same time. He nuzzled my neck, nibbled on my ear and down my neck.
I moan my pleasure and he slowly turned me onto my back. I keep my eyes closed and he places little butterfly kisises all over my face before settling on my lips. His lips are warm and soft. I could smell the toothpaste, and the clean scent of him after his shower. I smile under his ministrations but keep my eyes closed.
He keeps kissing me, his tongue outlining my lips, waiting for a response from me. I smile and open my mouth a litle. That's all he was waiting for, he draws me to him, my body pressing into his. He deepens the kiss, his tongue exploring. I love his kisses. They drug me.
There are no words to describe what he does to me. My insides melt when he looks at me. When he touches me, the desire ignites a fire in me that yearns for more. I can't get enough. His kisses can't be deep enough and his hands can't touch enough.
I want him everywhere. I want his hands on my breasts, squeezing and kneading, rubbing and tweaking. Then I want his mouth on my nipple, sucking, licking and nuzzling. When his mouth replaces his hands on my breasts, his hands roam down my belly.
He finds my mound and gently presses down. My legs spread for his entry. He finds my pussy lips wet with anticipation. He has that affect on me. He can make me wet with a look. Knowing that he wants me does something to me.
The powerful feeling that gives me is very heady. I've never felt it with others. My eyes were half closed, but open as he continues nuzzling at my breast. I love looking down and see him enjoying himself this way. The only thing better is when he is lying between my legs, his eyes focused on my face just before he buries his tongue in my pussy.