The sounds of rumbling thunder pull me into semi-consciousness. Rain taps against the windows in a soft melody. Birds chirp, vying with the weather for attention. I hear the fan swirling lazily, moving air through the room. I feel it as it caresses my bare skin, gently. The sheet on the bed feels warm against my back. Your arm rests on my breast, holding it even as you sleep.
I smell your masculine scent, and I breathe it in deeply. Weak light impinges on me from behind my eyelids. I open them slowly, turning my head away from the window. I let my eyes adjust to the early morning light. Your face fills my vision. In sleep, your features are relaxed from their normal chiseled angles.
I trace my finger along your jaw, feeling the light growth from over night. I like the way it tickles my fingers. Sleep holds you deeply in its embrace. You don't even move. I trail my fingers down your neck, over your chest. I have to move your hand on my breast to the side to continue my exploration.
I trace my fingers over each individual ab, enjoying the tactile sensation. I run it down the V, following the cleft to your hip. Still, you sleep. Touching you makes me horny. I run my finger down your cock. Even limp, it is nothing to sneeze at. I settle myself between your legs.
I rub my thumb over your head, rimming the hole with my pad. I take hold of it, then lower my head, licking your hole. I open my mouth and go down on you. I like the way your soft flesh tumbles around in my mouth. I suck on it, moving my tongue up and down its length, and around its width. It starts to get hard in my mouth, and I hear you moan.
I look up to find you watching me. I blush at being caught, even though it was something that we had previously discussed. You smile at me, then move my hair out of the way. I massage your head with my throat muscles, watching you tip your head back. When your head returns back forward, your eyes are focused and intense.
I use my hand to stroke your shaft while I worship your cock with my mouth. I follow the veins in it with my tongue, then lick the shaft up to the head. Silky precum leaks out of you, and I lap it up with my tongue. I feel you getting harder and becoming engorged. I move my head to the side as a long stream of cum shoots out. I lick your head, gently until your body stops trembling.
I lay my head on your thigh breathing in your slightly musky scent. Your hand strokes my hair, letting my long curls slip between your fingers. It fans out on my pale skin creating a contrast of color. Your finger slips under my chin, lifting my gaze to meet yours. I get up on all fours. I move up toward you, dipping down so that my flesh rubs against yours.
Your hand moves to my throat, gripping it gently, holding me in place. Your lips ascend on mine, softly at first, becoming more insistent. I open my mouth, inviting you in. Your tongue strokes mine. My eyes close, enjoying the sensation of being plundered. I feel you leave my mouth breaking off the kiss. My eyes fly open, worried that something is wrong.
I watch as you pull yourself up in the bed, half reclining against the wall, propped up by pillows. You grasp the back of my thighs, pulling me up towards you. I fall forward, bracing myself against the wall with my hands. Your arms wrap around my thighs from underneath. You lift me up, holding me above your face.
I feel you spread my lips with your fingers. I shudder as I feel your tongue push its way inside me. I squirm on it, wanting more. Your tongue seeks out every sensitive bit on me, leaving nothing alone. Licking my labia, flicking my clit, lapping at my wetness up like you just came in from the desert. The sounds that I am making, and the words coming out of my mouth would mark me as a wanton.
You bury your face deep between my legs, but even at that the juices make me slide around your mouth. I grab your hair, letting my body undulate against you, as it will. I have never done this with anyone else. I have never felt so open and free with anyone else.
My legs start to shake and tremble. Your arms grip my hips more securely. You lick and lave more insistently. You find that spot right under my clit that is so incredibly sensitive, and latch onto my pussy with your mouth. As my orgasm hits, I fight the instinct to clench up. I relax my body, and soon one orgasm follows right after another.
My sense of time is skewed as each orgasm blooms into another. I feel the gushing wetness flow between my puss and your mouth, soaking us both. At this point, the only thing that I can do is feel. I am imprisoned by your strength and desire.
I feel myself falling backwards, but your arms cradle me, lowering me to the bed. I feel a kiss on my clit, then a trail up my abdomen, breasts, and neck. Each one invokes a soft electrical hum on my oversensitive skin. I murmur my pleasure, purring in the back of my throat.
