Amy sighed as she snuggled into Hank. She placed her hand over his as it gently held her breast. She didn't want to wake up. She didn't want the dream to end.
"You awake?" Hank whispered.
"Mmmm," Amy nodded. Everything was perfect. If the last three days proved anything it was that Hank thought she was beautiful. Her breasts were heavier and her hips fuller than when they first met but it didn't seem to matter. As she lay naked next to him, she could feel his gaze.
"You're beautiful, you know that?" he said as he slowly traced a finger down her belly. "So beautiful that I want to eat you for breakfast."
"After last night? But I need a shower."
"Shh." He quieted her with a kiss. She flinched when his tongue found her ear, deftly moving into each crevice and gently tugging at her lobe. He traced his tongue down her neck, nipping and planting soft kisses, all the way down the curve in her breasts. Amy moaned softly, raising her arms over head. He dipped lower, curving a trail into her soft, smooth armpits. She flinched as he kissed the sensitive skin until she sighed quietly.
He then moved onto her nipple, sucking and tugging, going from one breast to the other until he heard a groaning response. He kissed and licked around the heavy underside of her breast. From there his hands took over, kneading and squeezing, while he kissed her mouth deeply and with a flourish that left him just as breathless as her.
"Oh, Hank," Amy moaned. "Make love to me."
He kissed her once more, then again began his way down her body -- ears, neck, armpits, breasts, licking, sucking. Amy writhed against the sheets, moaning softly.