Good night...good morning
Beware - a little adult fiction.
I awake to a cool hand tickling my ribcage and further down my stomach. I shiver inwardly with anticipation. Still half asleep, I readjust to a more comfortable position. I meet a mischievous grin and sleepy eyes.
She’s not much of a morning person but it’s her favourite time to fuck. She says it starts her day off right - I’m not one to disagree on that.
Her gentle fingers tease at the fabric of my panties and already I feel excitement mounting inside me. I reach out and stroke her cheek, leaning forward for a kiss. She lets me for a moment and pulls away, still smiling. I try again, desperate to feel her lips against mine. Almost touching this time, she lets out a tiny laugh and pulls away, kissing me softly behind the ear.
By now her hand has snuck its way beneath thin fabric, still teasing at my inner thighs with long and precise fingers. I move my palm, still on her cheek, into soft strands of hair and massage her head. I close my eyes and inhale deeply. Sliding my other hand along my own stomach, I reach her hand and attempt to guide it but she resists and uses her other hand to clutch my wrist. She lifts her shirt slightly and places my hand instead on a soft breast. I smile to myself, thinking this is probably a better place for my hand anyway.
With cold fingers I carefully stroke her nipple as it hardens from arousal. I tilt my head to the side as her moist lips make their way down to my collarbone. She nibbles gently at the sensitive area, knowing just what it does to me. I bite my lip to stifle a moan. I feel her lips smiling when I’m unsuccessful.
Maybe more to come, but I have class at 8 am so I'll write again another time.
I awake to a cool hand tickling my ribcage and further down my stomach. I shiver inwardly with anticipation. Still half asleep, I readjust to a more comfortable position. I meet a mischievous grin and sleepy eyes.
She’s not much of a morning person but it’s her favourite time to fuck. She says it starts her day off right - I’m not one to disagree on that.
Her gentle fingers tease at the fabric of my panties and already I feel excitement mounting inside me. I reach out and stroke her cheek, leaning forward for a kiss. She lets me for a moment and pulls away, still smiling. I try again, desperate to feel her lips against mine. Almost touching this time, she lets out a tiny laugh and pulls away, kissing me softly behind the ear.
By now her hand has snuck its way beneath thin fabric, still teasing at my inner thighs with long and precise fingers. I move my palm, still on her cheek, into soft strands of hair and massage her head. I close my eyes and inhale deeply. Sliding my other hand along my own stomach, I reach her hand and attempt to guide it but she resists and uses her other hand to clutch my wrist. She lifts her shirt slightly and places my hand instead on a soft breast. I smile to myself, thinking this is probably a better place for my hand anyway.
With cold fingers I carefully stroke her nipple as it hardens from arousal. I tilt my head to the side as her moist lips make their way down to my collarbone. She nibbles gently at the sensitive area, knowing just what it does to me. I bite my lip to stifle a moan. I feel her lips smiling when I’m unsuccessful.
Maybe more to come, but I have class at 8 am so I'll write again another time.