I wake. I feel you next to me, hear your breathing, smell your scent. My senses overwhelmed with you, awaking the desire in my breast, running down my belly, moistening my inner thighs with the thought of the wonderful things you do there. I reach out, hand on your chest, up your neck, caressing your face. You wake. Kissing my fingers, taking one into your mouth, sucking it gently.
My heart starts to beat faster, my breath quicker, as you turn to kiss my cheek, my neck, up to my ear. Your tongue touching my ear, drawing circles on my neck. My fingers tracing lines on your back, down to the top of your tight ass and back up to the muscles of your shoulders. I can see your eyes in the dim light of dawn, swimming in the depths the same desire I feel.
I watch your eyes look at my body. Tracing the path of your eyes with your fingers. Down my neck, to the place between my breast. Around each breast you softly draw rings, lowering your head to draw the parallel rings around my nipples with your tongue. Soft moans escape my lips; you take a nipple in your teeth, pulling on it, then sucking it. The desire you build inside me doing that makes my back arch to meet your warm lips. My fingers entwine in your hair, holding your face to my breast, wanting more, and needing more. You raise your head to look at me, my eyes clouded with the lust you have risen in me. I raise my head to meet the lips that are lowered to me, kissing them long and deeply, never wanting to be free from their embrace.