As she lay there sleeping, the sun was breaking through the blinds, she had flitting dreams of someone trying to kiss her, just something flitting and passing, but almost real. She opens her eyes to find her boyfriend is kissing her. She moans quietly and returns the kisses, having their tongues dance.
She had only worn her sexy, lacy black nightgown to bed and him- only boxers; easy strip for them both. He slipped his hands under the hem of her nightgown and slipped it off over her head, leaving her completely naked; her smooth, pale skin against the dark, satin sheets. Then he slid down his own boxers and pulled her close, feeling her skin against his. Then the fun really started.
She could feel his hands roaming all over. Slowly fondling and squeezing her breasts, trailing his fingers slowly and teasingly down her side, towards her thighs. She gasps as she feels his fingers, inching there way down between her thighs. It's all too much for her to take, when he starts fingering her, gentle and slow at first, let her take in his fingers, and just enjoying the feel of inside her just for a moment.
She moans and begs for more, begs for him to start pumping her with those fingers, those long, deliciously enjoyable fingers. He teases her first, holding his finger still. He flicked them a little, to tease her. Then he starts to move in and out of her, slowly at first, torturingly slow, making her just want more. She begged for more, wanting faster. And he gave her it, moving his fingers quicker and quicker, leaving her moaning and begging for just even more, just more to bring her to orgasm. She's so close, right on the brink, she asks for more, to bring her there. He starts to finger her even faster, putting three fingers inside her, pumping with all his might, till she screams in ecstasy and cums all over his hand. But he's still not done there and he can tell by the look in her eyes, neither is she.