Lily woke early the next morning. The sun filled her room and bathed it in a warm glow. She felt refreshed. Rising from her bed she made her way quietly down the hall. James lay on the couch, still sleeping. The blanket draped across his lower body, she could see his tone chest rise and fall gently with each breath. Her eyes trailed down his tight stomach, following the contours of the muscles down to his lower waist. The blanket rested over his hips, low below his abdomen. She followed the contour of his cock through the blanket with her eyes and toyed with the thought of pulling the blanket off him as he slept. Crouching down beside him and running her hands over his legs, studying his penis as he lay there sleeping. Following the length of his shaft with her eyes, over his circumcised head and back down to his balls. Picturing her hand sliding up and cupping them, feeling the weight of them in her palm, then gliding her hand over his thick shaft.
She leaned over and brushed his arm, letting her hand rest on his firm bicep. Shaking him gently he stirred, opening his sleepy eyes and stretching his arms over his head. His muscles contracting with his movements.
His head turned and his eyes rested on her bare legs, the white cotton shirt coming down to cover just inches below where her soft pussy lay. Looking up he found her smiling back at him.
"Good morning sleepyhead," she said. "I hope you had nice dreams." She thought back to the sight of him cumming and her body tingled.
"Yes," he replied, "very nice."
"I'm making coffee if you'd like some." Before he could answer she turned and headed for the kitchen.
He lifted himself up onto his elbow and turned to watch her enter the kitchen. Her thin, sensuous body swaying lightly with each delicate step, she turned the corner and headed towards the cabinets by the stove. From the angle he was looking he was able to follow her every move. Reaching up to open the cabinets her shirt rose to reveal the lower half of her bare, perfect ass. Standing on her tippy-toes she pulled the coffee from the top shelf, her shirt raising just a little higher. Lily felt a gentle exhilaration flush through her as she exposed herself. She put the coffee on the counter and, after a moment's pause, pulled her shirt down slowly.
As she filled the coffeemaker and readied the mugs she thought of how he must be staring at her. Teasing him the way she did by letting her shirt sneak up her waist excited her more than she imagined it would. She could feel a subtle sexual energy flood through her body. Pouring the coffee, then placing the pot back on the burner she turned and made her way slowly, deliberately back to the couch. Conscious of the subtle sway of her hips, the softness of her footsteps, she watched his eyes drinking her in.
The curve of her breasts held tightly by the white cotton shirt, the excitement of her arousal showing itself by her firm nipples, the gentle rock of her hips as they swayed back and forth with each step; he sat up and followed her with his eyes as she handed him his mug and sat down beside him.
The two of them, sitting closer than they had been the night before, him with the blanket draped loosely over his lap and she with her shirt riding up and barely covering her legs, filled the space with a static sexual excitement.
She ran a playful finger along the muscles of his arm. "I know it was terrible at the time, but I'm glad you found your way to my doorstep last night."
She turned to face him, and her shirt rose up to her waist, leaving her lower half fully exposed. Reaching over she lifted the blanket back with her fingertips, releasing his rising cock. Her playful eyes looked up into his and she smiled.
Leaning in he held her face and kissed her, his lips brushing over hers, softly at first, then firmer, mouths opening as he drew her in. Her eyes closed, she felt his tongue touch hers, brushing tip to tip before pushing further inside. She let her lips close over his tongue and sucked gently, feeling him smooth and warm in her mouth before letting go and filling his mouth with hers. Her arms glided over his shoulder as she lifted her body and pulled herself closer.
Climbing on top of him she straddled his lap and held herself over his body. She let her hands glide over his chest as she kissed him, her fingers dancing over his skin. The sensation of his hand on her pussy sent a shiver through her body and she let herself succumb to pleasure as his fingers parted her flesh. As he worked his finger back and forth between her pussylips, sliding it in and out of her smooth and gently, her body began to well up with euphoric sensation. 'My God,' she thought, 'he's going to make me cum with just his finger!'
Her hand gripped his cock as she steadied herself with her other against his shoulder. Moving her hips in rhythm with his strokes she began to do the same with his cock. Gasping she put her head on his chest and let the intensity well up throughout her body. The feeling of his penis swelling in her hands made her want him in her mouth. Since the day before she wanted to feel the silky softness of a cock's tip on her lips, then warm and smooth against her tongue. Pushing him forcefully against the couch she looked him in the eyes, then slid off his body, kneeling between his legs with his beautiful, firm cock directly in front of her face.
He watched her hands push open his legs and felt her hair brush his skin as she leaned in, Lily licked across his tone abs, letting her breasts brush over his penis. Kissing her way down she gripped the shaft and, opening her mouth, she wet her lips and brushed his head back and forth against them.