The night before already seems like a distant memory. Finally meeting you in person for the first time after we had talked for months- it was like meeting an old friend. I already knew so much about you, but to feel your touch and see the look in your eyes was all I needed to know for sure that you wanted me as much as I wanted you. I didn't plan for us to be intimate on our first meeting...or did I? Surely my choice of attire hinted at what I had hoped would happen. Maybe I tempted fate just a little. I admit it :).
But here we are the next morning, our limbs tangled together between the sheets like branches on a tree. My head on your chest, your arms around me...the tender dampness between my legs serving as evidence of the night before. I love that feeling almost as much as I love waking in your arms.
And speaking of 'waking'....The hours of sleep have only served to increase my need for you and my imagination conjures up creative ways to say 'Good Morning, Baby.' Stirring slowly, my hand slips from your chest to your tummy tracing a ticklish design. I linger for a moment right above your cock, watching it slowly fill and thicken. You're still asleep, but parts of you are beginning to wake. I lick my lips in anticipation and I feel my body responding to your arousal.
Last night was frantic and carnal, it was what we both needed and wanted. But this morning I want to explore you, to learn your body and what makes you twitch.