A Welcome Wakeup

A welcome wake up

Climbing out of the Uber I was glad to finally be there. It was so late, after 1am. Far later than intended but then the bloody flight had been delayed and I'd sat in the plane on the tarmac for an hour before take-off. That was after we were another 2 hours late boarding.

Just like your text said, I found the key under the mat and quietly let myself in. I knew you would be asleep. I dropped my bags just inside the door, kicked off my shoes and padded towards the bedroom. I stopped in the doorway, the light from the hall spilling past me to reveal you lying on the bed. You are naked, just a sheet draped over your waist and thighs, hair trailing across the pillow. Lying partly on your front, hugging a pillow and with one leg hitched up I just pause for a moment to take in this sexy vision before me.

Its not enough, I am keen to feel your skin, your warmth, press myself into you. I strip off all of my clothes and climb up from the foot pf the bed. Unable to resist, I start kissing you from your ankles, all the way up to your shoulder slipping easily into the big spoon position behind you.

I sneak my left arm under you until my hand can reach to cup your breast, the nipple instantly stiffening against my palm as I gently squeeze and massage. My right hand trails featherlight fingertips up and down the length of your side from ribs to knees and back again over and over. Eventually my fingers find themselves drawn towards the inside of your thighs, still trailing up and down but working their way closer to the junction of your legs.

You stir a little and your top leg creeps up the bed a little allowing my fingers access to your core. I hear a small moan and a hitch in your breath as my fingers make contact with molten lava. So hot and so wet and so willing. My fingers stroke from the very top around your hard little bud, already straining for more attention, down to the pool of wetness and your centre.

Back and forth, back and forth my fingers slipping and sliding and teasing until your moans are constant. I start kissing your shoulder, raking my teeth across your skin before whispering in your ear, "What are you craving, what can I do to make you melt?"

Virtually panting you reply, "I want you....inside me....I want to feel you deep in my core."

My fingers circle your opening, teasing it out just a little longer until I hear your plea, "Please, don't make me wait... please."

Your words cause a fresh flood of wetness between my own legs and spur me to action. My fingers pushing inside, an urgent stroke, as deep as they can go before pulling back and settling into a rhythm of pulling almost all the way out and then diving right back into that molten lava. All the while my left hand is on your breast massaging and pinching at your nipple. My kisses raining down on your shoulder and neck.

Knowing that you love being fucked but that this angle gives no pressure to your clit, I reluctantly pull my fingers away from their mission and roll onto my back, encouranging you to turn and climb up until you are straddling my hips. Before you settle your groin over mine, I slip my hand between our bodies and impale you again, pushing my fingers back in as deep as I can. You settle your weight onto me, trapping my fingers inside of you.

Realising you are now in control of your own pleasure, you start gently rolling your hips back and forth, letting the heel of my hand rub against your slit, bringing that extra friction you were craving. Looking at me through sleepy half-closed eyes as you push your hips forward and back, breasts thrust out towards me, you are magnetic, I can't just lie there watching. I raise up from my waist to meet you until my mouth is perfectly level with those glorious breasts and I can suck and nibble on them. The movement of your hips intermittently pulling your nipples from my mouth as you move out of reach, only to change and come back to me for more.

My left hand goes up to the back of your neck and you lean down and kiss me deeply, moaning into the back of my throat. When the kiss ends I hear you plead again, "Please, I need more....your mouth."

Pushing with one hand to the bed and my hips at the same time I roll us both to one side, never taking my fingers from inside of you, until our positions are reversed and I am over you, kneeling between your legs. Starting to move my fingers again, in and out, keeping the pressure to that special spot at the front of your core, I start slowly moving backwards down the bed. As I go I am kissing down your torso until I settle between your legs.

My tongue dives right in, flattening it against your throbbing clit, I lap at your wetness, unable to get enough, wanting to swallow every last drop of your essence. Sucking your clit into my mouth and then letting it drag back out between my half clenched teeth over and over. Still stroking your vagina, you are going nuts, moaning deeply, your hips rolling side to side as occasionally you lift your head to stare down at me, trying to convey your desire. You reach a hand down to the back of my neck and apply the gentlest of pressure to keep me exactly where you want me.

Panting, I hear you stammer, "Yes... geez... oh fuck yes... so good... yes mmmmmm oh uuurrgggghhhhh!"

Your chest rises, bending your back like a drawn bow. My left hand cups your buttock, pressing you into my mouth and refusing to give any territory. You shudder and shake and still I hold on, my tongue stroking relentlessly over your clit until I am sure I have drawn out every last drop of pleasure. Then kissing your nether lips gently I climb up the bed to lie next to you, waiting for you to recover your vision and your voice.

You turn and kiss me and say, "Mmmm thank you."

As usual I reply, "My pleasure!"