It was another weekday morning, and I could tell without opening my eyes that it was still early. I stretch, roll over and peer at the clock. I have 2 more blissful hours of sleep before I have to face the day. I flip my pillow to the cool side and snuggle down in the warm comforter while I start to let my mind wander. I learned to control my dreams when I was a child and this was the best time of day to dream what I really wanted to dream. I hear a noise and knew what it was without even opening my eyes.
Smiling to myself I listen to your breathing. Slowly opening my eyes, I see you standing there. My eyes roam slowly up your beautiful body. You are wearing a snug tee shirt that hugs your broad chest and emphasizes your well muscled arms that are crossed over your chest, round tight shoulders, and an equally snug, butt hugging pair of faded Levi's. As my eyes drift to your face I am once again taken back by your beautiful features. Not the classic, "boy next door" looks, but something leaner, hungrier, and more chiseled, dangerous even. Your thick, dark hair is cropped short and just adds to the sexual energy that rolls from your body. Your dark eyes glint with danger as you arch one eyebrow as if asking if I am enjoying the view. I smile at you letting you know, as always, I do. The corners of your mouth twitch as if you knew I approve.
I sit up in bed, letting the covers slip slowly off me. As your eyes follow the movement, they pause when my torso is exposed. I wear a pink tank top, and you can see my darkened areolas shadowing through. Just your stare alone makes my nipples tighten and pebble. I run my fingers through my shoulder length auburn hair and the movement seems to thrust my breasts upward in offering. With your eyes locked on mine I throw my legs over the side of the bed, and without a word, I start taking off your clothes. I untuck your shirt and slowly lift it up. As a strip of skin is exposed, I explore it with my lips and tongue.
I start at the sensitive area where shirt meets jeans and nibble your smooth warm skin. I gently lick your abs, memorizing all the muscles in your tight six pack. I move to your navel and lap my tongue inside as my fingers tease the strip of hair that leads to delightful things below. You hiss and roll your hips closer as your cock starts to harden. But instead of moving down, I work my mouth higher as I lift your shirt off. You moan a little protest but soon are gasping as my mouth finds your sensitive nipple. I suck the nub in my mouth and flicked the end with my tongue until it is a tight pointed tip, and move to the next one. I enjoy your unique flavor of slightly salty skin and musky, spicy man.
I discard your shirt on the floor and let my hands slowly run over your shoulders, and arms squeezing slightly when you flex under my touch. I run my fingertips up and over your chest circling each erect nipple and pinching slightly. I can see your cock hardening further in your jeans and you shifted trying to give it more room. I trace your abs and when my fingers stop at your navel, I lean in for a kiss there again. My tongue traces your navel again, and this time travels lower.