The next morning, she woke up feeling his hand lightly around the left side of her panties. He tugged at the waistline but stayed above it, moving so slowly and lightly sometimes she thought she had imagined his hand. Slowly circling her left hip bone with his forefinger, she felt her stomach start to tighten up. She didn’t want to move and disrupt his movements – he was being so gentle and she wasn’t used to that. He gradually dragged his fingers across her stomach, resting his palm on her belly button and shifting his shoulder. She felt his hand go up and down with her sleepy breathing. He traced along her stomach until he reached the island on the other side, and drew his fingerpads along her bone. She stayed still and enjoyed the feeling of his warm hands on her body. Curious, he brought his fingers back along her stomach and slowly up, feeling the soft bounce of her tummy, stopping at the sharp jar of her upper rib bone. Mentally, she sighed. She never liked how those two bones jutted upwards, rivaling her breasts when a boy was loving her. He circled them with this thumb – once, twice, then felt upward with his pointer finger – swiping gently upwards on the underside of her right breast. She did everything she could to keep her breathing normal – especially when she felt him grow bolder and dip his thumb over her nipple. Still moving extremely slowly he palmed her breast and squeezed gently, then tickled her nipple. She heard him softly chuckle when she tightened up into a hard point and she felt lightning bolts flash down below, creating heat between her legs. Her left leg shifted slightly and he rolled over, moving his knee on top of her and snuggling up into her left side. All of a sudden his hand moved all the way down her body to her panties. He hesitated. She realized she was holding her breath. His palm rested right above where her little tufts of hair peaked out from her panties. Up, and down with her breath. She felt his hand move downwards, over her panties, resting on her mound. She knew once he felt her wetness her game would be over. He pressed down, not moving his hand from its position. In her neck she felt tingling and her hips started to wake up. Slowly, still over her underwear, he moved his three fingers left for two seconds, then right for two seconds. He was slowly waking up her clit and she was loving it. Still sleepy, she lowly groaned and turned her head to face his, keeping her eyes closed. He chuckled again and rubbed her clit through her panties in slow, wide circles. She knew if he kept this up she would orgasm in mere minutes. Back and forth, back and forth she felt his dull fingerpads move left and right over her warming center. She felt his hand move to her left thigh, gently pushing. She acquiesced, parting her thighs until her feet were together. Her hips gently raised from the bed, looking for his hand. He laughed and nuzzled her neck, drawing his hand up to her breast, squeezing hard – murmuring into her ear, “What are we going to do with you?” He played with her nipples, scraping his nails across them and rolling them between his fingers. This went straight to her clit and she felt herself becoming wetter through her panties. Her hips moved again, involuntarily, and his hand dove to her center, dipped his fingers into her panties, pressing down on her clit with his palm. She kissed his nose and yawned, pressing her hips up into his hand. Using his thumb, he circled her clit over and over. She felt her hips tighten and her breath quicken and she couldn’t restrain her legs from moving. He grabbed her left thigh and pushed it away, giving him wide open access. She was completely vulnerable to him and she knew he wanted to play with her and see what he could do. He dipped a finger down to her wetness and brought some back up, still gently circling her clit with his two fingers. As he quickened his pace, she couldn’t keep control and let out a low moan. She felt his lips grab on to her ear and he breathed “my beautiful.” At this point her hips are writhing back and forth. He reaches down with his other hand and inserts two fingers, rubbing her clit now vigorously with his thumb. In and out she feels his fingers try to fill her but they can’t. She reaches down to his hardness and strokes it – feeling it rock hard at this point forming a tent with his boxers. He shook his head and pulled away – “we’ll get to that, baby.” All of a sudden he threw the blankets off and he was on top of her, straddling her, sucking and teething on her breasts while his hand rubbed and stroked between her legs. Her legs struggled to go wider, allowing him fuller access. He kissed down her body and she felt her eyes roll back in her head when he replaced his hand with his tongue and licked from north to south. Her clit tightened up and she moaned, “I’m so close baby.” His nose teased her clit back and forth while he tongue fucked her. He pulled back for a second and removed all touch from her center. Her head jerked up in confusion and he smiled his malicious smile at her – just wait. Her center pulsing, she waited – until the feeling died down. Then he dove back in, this time with his tongue drawing figure eights around her clit. He was doing something different – not using the tip of his tongue but kind of pushing more of his tongue all around her. It felt incredible and absolutely mesmerizing. She moaned and felt his fingers push into her yet again. Around and around he sped up his tongue and she felt dizzy. Her hips pressed upwards and she felt her entire body overtaken by a rush as he circled and flicked her clit, pressing down on her stomach with his other hand. For a solid 10 seconds she was in ecstacy and he continued doing work on her center. She finally came down and pulled his head up for a deep, long kiss, feeling his hardness poking into her belly. She loved feeling him poke into her belly. She moved the tip of his head into her opening and grabbed his butt, pushing him into her in one full stroke. Her wetness enveloped him and squeezed him between her legs. His hands on her breasts again, he pumped and filled her completely. She laughed in his ear and bit his neck, nipping every time he came down. As she felt him get closer, his hand reached down again to rub gently on her clit. She threw him over and straddled him, pressing herself down onto his hardness over and over again, feeling her breasts flatten on his chest and seeing his eyes stare into hers. She rocked back and forth, and bracing herself with her knees, moved faster and faster. It felt delicious and sinful. He started to jerk and shimmy and she knew he was close. “Can you finish in my mouth, baby?” She pumped her mouth over his swollen head, feeling him grow harder and harder and tasting salty. He moaned her name once – twice – a third time and she knew he was close. He warned her – with choked breath and barely words – and then spurted out into her mouth, warm liquid everywhere. She lapped it up and had to swallow multiple times there was that much. She nuzzled up to him and threw her leg over his knees. After a few minutes he relaxed, kissed the top of her head, and said: “Goodmorning, Baby.” She laughed.
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