Perfect. That's really the only way I can think to describe any part of the situation I had found myself in. Perfect night, the girl I love snuggled against me on the bed. Her steady, rhythmic breathing washing over my senses in the darkness. Perfect body. Her taught, petite body blocked from view only by a frame-hugging t-shirt, pulled up slightly in the night as she snoozed to reveal her round, perfect ass in her black lacy panties. Wrapped up in my arms as she dreams, blissfully unaware of what her simply being there does to me. Perfect opportunity. Just perfect.
Leaning up on my elbow, I brush the few strands of her chestnut hair from her face, gazing down at the features I'm all too familiar with. She looks so different illuminated by the thin rays of moonlight peeking through the blinds. Her soft, full lips curl into the slightest smile under my watchful eye—her dreams pleasant and undisturbing. I cautiously place a kiss on her cheek, apprehensively awaiting a stir of her long eyelashes and a groan of arousal. Nothing. Perfect.
I softly place another kiss near her jawline and another below her earlobe before moving down to pepper her neck with soft kisses, not daring to increase their frequency for fear of waking my sleeping princess. Feeling a bit bolder, I shift my weight slowly, slipping my hand beneath the hemline of her shirt, my fingertips tracing the top of her barely-covered thigh. I watch her face intently as I let my fingers travel, pulling the fabric up as they explore eagerly, ready to stop at any sign of movement. I settle back down on my side as the edge of the fabric reveals the bottom of her ribcage, but I do not falter in my pursuits. Tugging gently, I pull the fabric away from my prize, releasing it just as I catch a glimpse of her soft, pink nipples. Unable to control myself, I place another kiss on her neck as my fingertips trace her flesh. Her body reacts and her nipple hardens at my touch as my warm breath quickens slightly
. I have to do this right
I thought.
I'll never find another perfect opportunity like this
.
It'll be worth it.
Softly pressing my lips to the nape of her neck, my hand travels down to her thus-far neglected nipple, my rough fingers gently rubbing it to match its twin. Perfect breasts. The soft, supple breasts I adored over our encounters appeared even more perfect in the soft moonlight. Rising and falling gently with those slow, steady breaths. I wanted to taste them. To take her soft nipples between my lips and suck on them, nibbling on them until her eyes flew open and soft moans filled the room, but I knew I did not want to stop there. I knew I wouldn't be able to stop at just admiring her perfect mounds. I needed more, so they would have to wait.
Slipping my right arm carefully beneath the crook of her neck, I let it rest in the crook of my elbow, then I flicked her nipple with my fingertip gently. Again, watching her face for any sign of movement. Nothing. Perfect. My lips met her earlobe and traveled down to her shoulder as I pulled the fabric aside to contact her delicate skin. I sucked on it ever-so-gently before releasing her, my left hand, now free, traveling carefully down her flat stomach, my fingers just barely grazing her curves before stopping at the waistband of her frilly panties. She knew I loved these. The way they hugged her hips and shaped her ass was perfect. God bless whatever man or woman thought of the unique cut of fabric.
I whispered a soft I love you into her ear before allowing my fingers to dip beneath the waistband of the worship-worthy delicates. Her skin was warm and inviting, beckoning my fingers to explore her womanly folds. Who was I to deny her need to be touched, loved, and appreciated? I couldn't help myself, as my fingers slipped further into the black lace, her smooth skin led me to the spot I yearned for. Running my finger over the top of her slit, I held my breath, certain my movements would wake her. She did not stir and my fingers gently began to stroke. Her warm wetness invited me further.
Removing my hand from the warmth nearly killed me, but I willed myself to brave the cool night air just long enough to gently part her thighs, shifting her leg onto my knee so that I may further continue to seek and explore. Another soft kiss to her cheek and my eager fingers had returned to the depths of her panties. My calloused fingers felt rough against her soft, delicate skin as I reached the limit of my prior adventure, barely hesitating before delving further between her soft thighs. My fingers traced the length of her warm slit. Perfect. Warm, wet, and waiting for me. I strained to listen for any disruption as I gently parted her moist lips with my fingertips, slipping my finger inside to meet her clit. Nothing, no sign of stirring. Perfect.
My fingers probed her growing wetness further, dipping between her womanly folds as her warmth grew. Her wetness coated my fingers as they explored and I began to circle her clit with my thumb, coaxing her love bud slowly, eagerly, toward the tingle I knew she would feel even amidst the most terrifying of dreams. My other hand, fingers still tracing her taught nipples, mimicked the movements of my coaxing and a soft sigh escaped her lips, penetrating the darkness.
"Good girl," I whispered, feeling myself hardening instantly. "Let Daddy take care of you." I slipped a finger inside her pussy, her warmth and wetness spreading as her body reacted. Her breath quickened as my intruding fingers stroked her sensitive clit. A low moan rose in the air. Whether hers or mine, I wasn't sure. I needed her and now as the perfect time.
Slipping my hand from her panties again, I gently pushed them down her thighs. Silently tugging them off her bare legs, I could barely contain myself. The smell of her wetness and need filled the air and glancing down at her bare pussy, a low growl formed in my throat and I hooked my elbow behind her knee, spreading those soft thighs to fully expose her dripping sex. I can't wait. I need her.
