A story I woke up with on my mind...
He felt the delicate snore all females wish they had blow her cooling breath across his chest. Until that sensation drew his attention back to here and now, he had been thinking of her, as she usually was. She was the type most passers by would give a second look, she was very pretty. Truth be told though, she was not close to gorgeous, her physical allure was softer, subtler. However as he looked down on her sleeping features, he would have bet that anyone who saw her now would agree she was beauty personified.
The street light streamed through her bedroom window, casting blue tones over all the shdows. Her lush curves, bare and relaxed, were teased by the play of light and the dark room's hold. No small blemishes could be seen, her weight and proportions perfect. Even her critical, females eyes would have nothing to be ashamed of, could she but see herself now. The feel of her thigh, flat and stretched across his waist, coupled with these new thoughts, stirred him to full wakefulness.
His hand came up to stroke the available breast, her arm raised to rest on his shoulder. Across from his moving fingers, the plump twin was pressed firmly between them, he culd feel the supple pressure on his chest. Feeling the slight puckering of her exposed nipple, she shifted, creamy thigh now directly over his hardening member. Legs splayed around him, her motions caused him to slid from his half under her position. Looking over her, an idea came to him and he smiled in the blue gray light.
He knew what an eager lover she was, they had spent hours before learning this about each other. But he was also aware she held back much, her past making the bedroom and unsure place for her. His idea was to push her limits, in a way that would a gentle and effective. the focus of his ppans centered around her slightly raised, firm bottom. He considered how to go about this, taking her in a pleasureable way, and keeping her asleep. He knew keeping himself in control was key, and began his work.
He reached for a small bottle and foil packet. They both were veyr conceinitious about precautions, and even though he might have enjoyed other ways of doing this, he did not violate this boundary of hers. This plan was for her, and not him, so only her wants mattered right now. He slowly brought her hips up slightly higher, to slide himself under them, so she almost sat in his lap. Gently, with great care, he lubricated the puckered, virgin hole, making sure to move slowly, and never use too much pressure, or she might awaken. Once she was ready, he slid the condom on and began the ardurous task of pushing himself in.
He was of average length, roughly 7 inches, and perhaps slightly wider then most at 3 inches thick. Normally this would not be a difficult task, he knew how to make it pleasurable for any woman, even those not use to this penetration. But because he wanted her to experience this in dreamland, he had to move much more carefully then he had ever had. The touch of him had made her tremble in her sleep. This new sensation made her face change, her dreams taking on a new, erotic aspect. He paused, to give her time to ease back into slumber. Once he felt she was still in dreamland, he continued.
She was smally built and the tight grasp she had on the tip of him was making his bite back groans of anticipation.She soft sounds of a moment before had echoed in his ears much louder then coherent encouragement. One hand slid to find her moist mound and stroked the flesh peeking out in arousal. He was engaged in this new pleasure when she shifted, trying to turn in her dream. He was turned, rolled with her, him now on the bottom. This almost synchronized manuver had forced him fully inside her. She struggled a moment, her near unconcious brain expecting more stimulus. He stayed still until she calmed again, only to continue his stroking of her wet folds.
He was using this manul manipulation of her delicate self to shift his legs, for when the time came he wanted to be able to thrust with her. But first he would see to her own release of the passion she held back. His teasing touches stopped, his other hand coming to join the first. One forefinger and thumb continued their strokes, as the other forefinger began it's exploration of her inner walls. With each finger insertedm, she would squirm or tremble, a small moan escaping her lips. H would pause, aching to bring her to the waking world out of his own need. He always stopped, instead, drawing out her pleasure. It laste for awhile, until him finally felt her body beginning the upward spiral towards climax.
He waited until he was sure she was close, one hand almost fully inside her. The other came now to one hip and he held her as he began thrusting, slowly, softly. His fingers continued the swirling that was driving her crazy. Just as she came, she woke. Her eyes wide, she tried to sit up, finding herself caught in a vice of pleasure. Unsure eyes turned back and saw him. Shock was overwhelmed as she shuddered, an emense orgasm making thought impossible. She let it ride her, then relaxed against him. He heard her attempts to speak and gently shushed her.
Now he began to thrust harder, allowing her time to move with him. They were soon synced, low moans and the sound of skin on skin. She was urgent, hungry andbegging for more. He gave it, finally finding the true passion in her. It did not take long for them to climax, this time together. This finally exhausted him, and she stilled soon after he did. Rolling once more together, they curled up, still joined, silent again. Nothing was needed, they both knew he had changed something in her. A peaceful sigh from her, and kiss from him, and all returned as it had been. Dawn would be soon, so they lay there, sleep claiming them both again.
The street light streamed through her bedroom window, casting blue tones over all the shdows. Her lush curves, bare and relaxed, were teased by the play of light and the dark room's hold. No small blemishes could be seen, her weight and proportions perfect. Even her critical, females eyes would have nothing to be ashamed of, could she but see herself now. The feel of her thigh, flat and stretched across his waist, coupled with these new thoughts, stirred him to full wakefulness.
His hand came up to stroke the available breast, her arm raised to rest on his shoulder. Across from his moving fingers, the plump twin was pressed firmly between them, he culd feel the supple pressure on his chest. Feeling the slight puckering of her exposed nipple, she shifted, creamy thigh now directly over his hardening member. Legs splayed around him, her motions caused him to slid from his half under her position. Looking over her, an idea came to him and he smiled in the blue gray light.
He knew what an eager lover she was, they had spent hours before learning this about each other. But he was also aware she held back much, her past making the bedroom and unsure place for her. His idea was to push her limits, in a way that would a gentle and effective. the focus of his ppans centered around her slightly raised, firm bottom. He considered how to go about this, taking her in a pleasureable way, and keeping her asleep. He knew keeping himself in control was key, and began his work.
He reached for a small bottle and foil packet. They both were veyr conceinitious about precautions, and even though he might have enjoyed other ways of doing this, he did not violate this boundary of hers. This plan was for her, and not him, so only her wants mattered right now. He slowly brought her hips up slightly higher, to slide himself under them, so she almost sat in his lap. Gently, with great care, he lubricated the puckered, virgin hole, making sure to move slowly, and never use too much pressure, or she might awaken. Once she was ready, he slid the condom on and began the ardurous task of pushing himself in.
He was of average length, roughly 7 inches, and perhaps slightly wider then most at 3 inches thick. Normally this would not be a difficult task, he knew how to make it pleasurable for any woman, even those not use to this penetration. But because he wanted her to experience this in dreamland, he had to move much more carefully then he had ever had. The touch of him had made her tremble in her sleep. This new sensation made her face change, her dreams taking on a new, erotic aspect. He paused, to give her time to ease back into slumber. Once he felt she was still in dreamland, he continued.
She was smally built and the tight grasp she had on the tip of him was making his bite back groans of anticipation.She soft sounds of a moment before had echoed in his ears much louder then coherent encouragement. One hand slid to find her moist mound and stroked the flesh peeking out in arousal. He was engaged in this new pleasure when she shifted, trying to turn in her dream. He was turned, rolled with her, him now on the bottom. This almost synchronized manuver had forced him fully inside her. She struggled a moment, her near unconcious brain expecting more stimulus. He stayed still until she calmed again, only to continue his stroking of her wet folds.
He was using this manul manipulation of her delicate self to shift his legs, for when the time came he wanted to be able to thrust with her. But first he would see to her own release of the passion she held back. His teasing touches stopped, his other hand coming to join the first. One forefinger and thumb continued their strokes, as the other forefinger began it's exploration of her inner walls. With each finger insertedm, she would squirm or tremble, a small moan escaping her lips. H would pause, aching to bring her to the waking world out of his own need. He always stopped, instead, drawing out her pleasure. It laste for awhile, until him finally felt her body beginning the upward spiral towards climax.
He waited until he was sure she was close, one hand almost fully inside her. The other came now to one hip and he held her as he began thrusting, slowly, softly. His fingers continued the swirling that was driving her crazy. Just as she came, she woke. Her eyes wide, she tried to sit up, finding herself caught in a vice of pleasure. Unsure eyes turned back and saw him. Shock was overwhelmed as she shuddered, an emense orgasm making thought impossible. She let it ride her, then relaxed against him. He heard her attempts to speak and gently shushed her.
Now he began to thrust harder, allowing her time to move with him. They were soon synced, low moans and the sound of skin on skin. She was urgent, hungry andbegging for more. He gave it, finally finding the true passion in her. It did not take long for them to climax, this time together. This finally exhausted him, and she stilled soon after he did. Rolling once more together, they curled up, still joined, silent again. Nothing was needed, they both knew he had changed something in her. A peaceful sigh from her, and kiss from him, and all returned as it had been. Dawn would be soon, so they lay there, sleep claiming them both again.