You’re taking your afternoon nap. I check my watch — you’ve already slept as long as you usually do. It’s your birthday, so I should probably let you be as lazy as you want, but there’s a little present I’ve planned to give you, and I’m finding it hard to wait.
I come into the bedroom and you’re still asleep, your head turned to the side, your eyelids closed and unmoving. Through a gap in the your sleep-disheveled hair I see the pale, smooth skin of your exposed neck, and I move toward the bed. I lean down and bring my head close to yours, but you do not stir. I stand straight again and look down at you lying beneath the covers. I try to visualize the way all of your limbs are placed — your arms hugging a pillow, both legs turned to one side, making an adorable parallel zig-zag.
I lean in again, closer this time, bringing my lips a fraction of an inch from your neck. I release a warm sigh to see if you will feel it and wake up. You do not. I place the lightest possible kiss on your petal-soft skin. Now you stir, rolling over towards me and blinking tentatively.
“Hey,” you manage, a little croaky.
“Hey,” I say warmly.
You turn yourself the other way and lean up a little on your elbow, stretching to read the bedside clock. This move reveals your neck again, and I see your tendons taut. I kneel onto the bed and place one palm on your head and the other onto your shoulder, and as I press you gently down on your side, you relax back into the bed in this exposed state. Maybe you are too drowsy to know what is coming, but at any rate you do not protest.
I crouch beside you and bring my mouth to your neck, pressing myself to you, my forehead to your ear, my chest to your shoulder, my knees bolstering your back. You give a tiny gasp at the unexpectedness of it. At first, I hold my lips to you softly without moving, then I begin to nibble from your supple side-neck up to your jawline. Once I’m there, I return to your neck and trace the same course again, this time adding tiny punctuations with the tip of my tongue. I hear you sucking in short, sharp breaths. I feel your whole body tense and release at the nearly overwhelming exquisiteness of the stimulation.
At this point, I assume you’re awake enough realize you’re about to get some serious loving laid on you.
I press your shoulder forward, rolling you a little more onto your front and giving me access to the nape of your neck. I clear away your tousled hair with a sweep of my hand and then tongue and kiss the lovely indentation between the descending muscles there.
As I continue teasing your neck with my mouth, I slide my hand around the outside of your t-shirt and collect the ample handful of your left breast, feeling its sumptuous, yielding mass in my palm. I slowly run four fingers in turn over the protrusion of your nipple, which makes itself easily found beneath the thin cotton fabric. It becomes tricky at this point to distinguish what I am doing for your pleasure and what I am doing for mine. You do rev me up. Balancing the best interests of all parties involved, I grope for the bottom hem of your shirt, slip my hand under it, and slide back up to resume fondling your breast, now in direct contact with your silky-soft skin. I roll and softly squeeze your now firm nipple between my fingertips.
“That okay, babe?” I ask.
“Mmmm-hmm,” you sort of purr.
My hand heads down from your boob to your tummy and gives a few wide, swirling rubs to your soft skin there. Then, it slides down a little farther and wriggles its way under the elastic waistband of the flannel pajama pants you like to sleep in. (You’re really a pro when it comes to taking naps!) From there, I make a game of guiding my middle finger down as slowly as I can, concentrating all my awareness in the fingertip, through the glorious frenzy of your bushy pubes, until I feel my way to the sweet little cleft where your lips diverge.
Pressing only very lightly, I guide my middle finger over your hooded clit and down the cozily furled flesh of your inner lips, while my other fingers barely graze your outer lips on either side. When I arrive at the bottom of your pussy, I can feel the heat and moisture there, even from the outside. I dip my finger into the opening of your vagina to check out the conditions. You’re starting to get wet, but you’re not as deliciously slippery as I know you get when you’re ready for penetration.
I move back up to your clit, make some lazy circles over its hood. It is standing up a little more than it was on my first pass, which pleases me. I dip out a bit of your wetness and gently rub it onto your clit, using barely enough pressure to maintain contact. Round and round the side, up and over the top, and finally some attention to the tip. I do this for a while. There’s no hurry.
I pause with my finger pressing on your clit. I give your neck a long, sloppy kiss, massaging you deeply with my tongue flexed. You have done this to me before, so I know how good it feels. I test your juices again. There’s no hiding that you’re ready now. I take my mouth away from your neck.
“Hey, you know what might be fun?” I tease.
“What might be fun?” you indulge.
I toss back the covers, unbutton, unzip, and get rid of my pants as hastily as possible, then pivot and straddle your legs at the knees. I grab the waistbands of your pajama pants and panties and pull them both to your mid-thighs. I pause for a second to admire your exotic delta of dark hair, then I scoot down to your feet and finish the job of pulling off your clothes.
I spread your thighs and bring myself into place in front of your inviting pussy. My cock has been rock-hard for a while now, but I have ignored it to concentrate on your pleasure. Now I grab it and place it at the opening of your vagina, wriggle it around a little with my hand to get you ready. I back off a little, and a single, arcing filament of your juice stays attached, forming a little bridge to the head of my cock. I smile and push back into you, easing forward at the pace your body yields, lowering my weight onto you as I go. I only stop when we are mashed together, pubis to pubis, and I am inside of you as far as I can go, gripped snug by your hot, smooth passage.
“That okay, babe?” I ask.
“Mmmm-hmm…” you half-moan.
Our fit. It still amazes me how our two bodies, so different in height and size, can somehow come together to form such a perfect fit. But we do.
My intention was to tease you a while longer — to be inside you, but not pumping, so you would feel all full while having your neck devoured. But then something happens. You look up at me, your soulful gray-blue eyes glistening with emotion, looking like a stormy ocean. Then our mouths come together. Our tongues grapple desperately — to give, to receive, to express, to plead. I begin to steadily pump my cock into you, and we move together like an unbroken wave in the middle of the sea. Like a wave of blissful energy moving through vast dimensions.
And we rock, and rock, and rock…