I don't know what woke me, it may have been the dawn breaking through the window, it may have been the delicate aroma of her perfume or it may have been the softness of her breast under my hand. What ever it was, it was causing my libido to dance through fields of lust. Her back was to me and I could tell she was still asleep by the rhythmic cadence of her breathing. By the faint light coming through the window, I could see her curly hair, her shell-like ear and her bare, inviting neck peeking out from under the sheets. I could feel she was nude just like me.
We had made love the night before and somehow; it was different, better than it had ever been. We had made love quite a few times but always at her place, in surroundings that did not lend themselves well to my passion. The fear of discovery was always there and for me, the feeling that I was an outsider, an intruder into her world. Now, she had thrown propriety to the winds and moved into my apartment with me. She was going to put hers on the market.
The thought of last night’s lovemaking combined with the soft feel of her skin and the smell of her perfume reawakened the desire she had so completely extinguished the night before. I slid up as close to her as my blossoming manhood would allow and kissed her on the neck. Her rhythmic breathing was interrupted by a soft gasp and I knew that she was awake. I kissed her again, let my hand slide downward to her waist and then back up to caress the soft flesh of her breast and to let my fingers find the nipple, already beginning to harden. The sounds she was making changed from sharp intakes of breath to a contented purr, almost like a kitten being stroked.
She pushed backwards against me, opening her legs a little, allowing my masculinity to rest against the soft, warm spot that she hid between them. Her hand went down to find me. "Ooh, you are ready aren't you? Again?"
