...my mind drifts... between sleep and wakefulness...my consciousness floats... eddies, bring me closer to the shore, before washing me into the deeper water of sleep.
As my mind rises higher I can still smell the aroma of passion from the night before... sweet muskiness hangs heavily in the air...as my consciousness falls dream like memories return, of us entwined our bodies one, as we surrendered to our most base of desires.
My hand reaches out... to caress you,...but only find rumpled sheets, still holding the warmth of your recent presence...Once more the misty tendrils of sleep envelope me... and my consciousness recedes.
Half awake yet still half asleep, I think I hear you renter the bedroom. And once more fade back to sleep.
Through the mists of awareness...I begin to feel an almost burning feeling along my shaft...as your fingernails slowly draw from base to tip, though the soft material of my underwear.
Pushing against the cloth on either side of my growing man-hood, so it is just the material pressing against me, giving only the faintest hint of caress though the straining fabric. Your fingers slide down the edges of me and then softly feather across the base of my shaft. A quiet moan of pleasure escapes my lips.
You continue to lightly circle my loins, your lips gently lower onto mine and you plant a long lingering kiss upon me. Your lips mimicking with kisses, the soft patterns your fingers are making against me, further down.
I try to press my hips against your hand, and for a moment you withdraw, silently, chiding me, then your fingers return to once again glide across me. The more your gentle fingers caress me, the harder I become, straining against the fabric of my underwear...
You begin to kiss your way down my neck, blowing lightly, you hands gently part my legs and you once more send your fingers gently circling lower down my shaft. Every now and then giving a slight squeeze, your fingernails softly rake across my balls and my scrotum tightens from your caress.
I moan softly, as I close my eyes and enjoys the tingles of pleasure, rippling though me. You again press your palm slightly harder against me, just to tease me, before you once more continue with you light caresses. My penis straining hard against my underwear for every touch, for every caress that your fingers are giving. Every maddening feathery brush against me, giving a lingering wave of pleasure.
All the while your lips continue to plant kisses up and down my neck, and every so often returning to my mouth, our lips connecting for long moments, before you drift away.
Once more, your fingers are caressing my balls, then circling down to the very base of my shaft, before returning to give them a gentle squeeze. As you continue this cycle, your other hand traces it way across my stomach, and with agonising slowness, pulls gently at the top of my underwear to reveal the very top of my penis. With only the tip exposed, you being to run a teasing caress across it. Fingernails lightly dancing across the head as it pushes out from the fabric.
I turn my head towards you and for a moment, I open my eyes, with you free hand you gently close them again. "No peaking" you whisper, as you fingers continue to glide across me. Every now and then pausing to pay more attention to one spot or another that has brought a more audible moan of pleasure.
"Lay still," you command. As you once more lightly run your finger-tips down my shaft and over my balls. Lightly weighing each one, then softly rolling them with your palm, gently pressing them against my manhood.
Pulling at my underwear your reveal the tip of my penis, still cradling my jewels, you give a lingering lick on the exposed skin, wetting it, then blowing across it, teasing me with your breath instead of your touch. Wetting me again and then repeating the breathy caress. All the while, massaging me though the fabric. After several maddening minutes you slide me into your mouth and holding it there for a moment, allowing the warmth of your mouth to seep into me. Then with a slow roll of your tongue, you let fall from your mouth. I let out a soft moan.
Once more, I try to move, and once again you place a free hand against my chest. "I asked you to lay still," you chid me, and once more I relax. And once more you lower your mouth, enveloping my hardness with glorious and agonising slowness.
Millimetre by maddening millimetre, your moist lips descend upon my shaft. And again you circle my balls, then a lingering finger traces across the skin below them.
