The gray light of dawn crept into my consciousness. The soft comfort of the bed soothed the part of my body that wanted a lazy day to recover from the wine and passion of the night before. And then moisture also found it's way into my awareness. And there she was, kissing and licking idly and gently at my slowly awakening body. She was curled above me, kneeling over me and supporting her body on her elbows to reach me without leaning on me.
I could have lain there forever enjoying this pleasure. So, through half closed eyes, I pretended sleep while watching the progress of her tongue. Starting at the top of my chest, the point just touched me with its damp warmth moistening my neck. She paused and then traced a slick trail between the slight swelling of my breast bone. Her trace made a wet zigzag course down my stomach. I felt the coolness of the air as she continued to the depression in my belly.
She lingered on the deep whorl there as her tongue licked around it very lightly. She looked up at me slighly, seeking to identify if I had awakened yet and then she looked downwards to examine me with curiosity, as I began to respond to this wonderful loving and laving. Her tongue sampled the faint marks of my belt around my exposed waist as it made it's way still downwards. I could see her withdraw her tongue into her mouth.
She paused to savour the salty taste on her tongue, still studying the effect she was having. Satisfied, she lifted her head and rounded her red lips into a circle to descend on my waiting eagerness. Her mouth was warm - warm and moist. She paused with just the head in her mouth and sucked on it while moving her head very gently from side to side. I felt her hand grasped me as she slipped her right arm under my leg. Slowly, she took another inch into her mouth. I could take no more, and this brought a sharp audible intake of my breath, and she quickly took more of me into her lovely mouth and I felt her begin to move up and down on it's length.
Without speaking, I moved towards her body and sought a position giving me access to her. She lay on her side and parted her leg slightly. She lay naked before me - two lovely, round breasts, the high mound of her hip, the vee between her legs, and then the beautiful pubic mound, lightly thatched. My hands found the upper slopes of her breasts and I slipped lower to kiss that little patch so prettily set in the little chapel formed by her legs.
Her perfume still clung there, adding to the appeal that urged me on. She gasped slightly as she opened herself to me; ......... such a pretty sight. The scent of our mingled juices lingered from last night. My tongue touched her and she jumped as I began to part her lips. She spread her legs a bit more, inviting me to touch her waiting wetness with my own tongue. Finding there a dew of gathering moisture, I kissed her and then withdrew slightly to enjoy the glistening wetness draped on the little point of sensitivity. I sucked her into my mouth for a moment, holding her there, as she clamped down on me. Her mouth felt like her tightness, circling me so warmly last night.
I continued down the lushness of her sex, as the thatch of hair gave way to a steep valley for me to ski down with my tongue. I ventured into the tunnel of love, tasting the slight acidity within. I circled her and returned to the top to kiss her again, then slipped down that channel again as she opened her legs wide to encourage me to pleasure the broad expanse of this valley of sensitive nerve endings. My mouth filled with the taste and substance of her juices; my lips and cheeks were covered now, as her wetness came freely to attest to her pleasure. Again my tongue lingered over the deepness of her love tunnel where I had so recently slipped in and out with open, unrestrained joy and where my juices had fountained with such force as my passion released itself into her.
Shifting again, I proceeded to the puckered little rose behind. I circled it once, withdrew and then returned with pointed tongue to tease her and then ever so slightly penetrate the center of her muscle. She tightened, a little surprised, then relaxed, as I circled again and again, before slipping back up this wonderful wet trail, to kiss her mound. Turning, I found my way to her breasts and settled my lips into a pattern of wet kisses ranging from the centre of the valley between these beautiful treasures, along the smooth round slopes rising to the little points adorning the peaks.
I felt her shiver with anticipation as I eased her slowly onto her stomach. The curve of her bottom under my hand was a pure pleasure. Pulling her to me I moved her back so the curve of her spine pushed her pretty backside high in the air and her head was burried into the pillows of the chair. I knelt behind her beauty, licked her, then slowly and deliberately worked my way along the now familiar trail there between the lips of her sex. My tongue slipped into her. I pressed my finger up to test her, encircling the tight crinkle. I could feel she was tense. I gently pressed and my wet finger slipped in.
"Relax," I soothed. My other hand fondled her bottom cheek and then moved around to touch her breast. She loosened obediently and I moved my finger a little deeper in an oscillating motion, very slowly, letting the lubrication ease her passage. She moaned deep in her throat. I pulled out leaving my finger dry and hot and her interior moist with her own juices and ready for me. I moved to rub wetly up the cleft between her cheeks to my goal. I pressed tightly against the barrier of her little muscle and popped past the tight barrier. A gentle pressure now slipped my eagerness further down the tight, dry tunnel of pleasure. I was moving in and out firmly now. Delicious.
My exploration was accompanied by the return of my thrusts as she backed onto me with mewls of pleasure. I joined her chorus of ecstasy and in a moment collapsed onto her back with relief and joy. We lay that way for several minutes, me enjoying the scent of her and she cradling me happy in the wetness of her mouth, occasionally licking lazily. I trailed kiss after languid kiss on this loveliest curve in nature.
"Good Morning," I murmured into the curls in front of my lips.
"Good Morning, to you, too, you lovely man." was her affectionate reply, as she smiled a crooked smile with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
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