Life is good - Our first morning
Morning, for me, happens when the sun arrives; it matters not when I went to sleep. This morning is like all others and I awake to the first filtered light through lace curtains. I'm aware of the head cradled on my shoulder, the disarray of hair that tickles my chin and the arm resting on my chest. I'm awake, but with Terri's leg thrown across mine, I'm captive to one still in her dreams.
As my eyes trace the lace drawn shadows across the room, my mind explores the remembered beauty beside me. The high cheek bones and almond shaped warm, expressive eyes. A dainty nose that adds so much to a pout her kissable lips are want to make, when things don't go her way. My mind continues, as my tongue has done, along the gracefully length of her slender neck, across smooth shoulders and down to the sweetest pair of high firm and tender breasts, that are capped by nipples I'm certain are perfect. The taste of her is delicious, the feel of her satin skin on my tongue is exquisite and the response when I kiss that skin is heaven. The delicate line of Terri's shoulders draws my eye down the taper of her body to a slender waist and the wink of a sensitive navel; I've licked before. Then I continue to the swell of her hips. I remember exploring from below, her ankles and ticklish calves and yes a pair of dainty ticklish feet, the backs of her knees, so kissable and her thighs warm and responsive as I part them to continue my search. I found tasks for my hands as well as my lips. I found the spot on her back just above her butt that gets warm and moist when her want grows and my hands caress there. But my lips continue, searching out other lips to caress and tickle and fondle. The feel of slender fingers grasping my hair and encouraging me onwards almost ends my resolve. The mews and sighs as I continue my tease, give me the strength to continue. I can taste the nectar of her love as I lick on her nub. That brings a shudder to her body and opens the questing, desiring, needy center of her that I find at last.
My body has been responding to this dreaming and as the lace shadows traverse the room another dreamer is reliving the night before and a stray hand is testing the dreams reality. "I trust this is because you were dreaming of me." Terri's hand has found the result of my dreaming and her gentle stroking is making a more pronounced reaction than my dreams. Her hand stops. "I could continue, I like doing this, but there's something more, I want, if you're up to it?" The raised eyebrows almost make me giggle and I haven't giggled for a long while.
