Well…I’m slowly waking up. Everything is dim still, but the light from outside is coming in through the slits on the blinds. I lift my head up slightly and one of the beams of light hits my eye. I don’t like it, so I lean back down. My eyes close again. I hear your footsteps, though. I hear you getting closer to the door. Then you stop. Don’t say a word, but I know you’re there and watching me. Maybe trying to decide if I am awake. Or fully aware I am and waiting for me to admit it.
Finally I open my eyes, again, and lift my head up, again. Immediately, I’m floored. Well, on the bed, but nonetheless happily surprised. You’re standing there, wearing the shirt I had on last night. Your hair cascading down your shoulders, resting on the collar and the pocket. A couple of buttons undone…and nothing else but that cheeky smile. And you don’t say anything. You don’t need to. Because you know what you do to me and how you’re wired into my brain. Before I know it, I’m throwing the covers off and sitting up. And you, always cheeky you…do a half twirl in place, throw your hair back, send a quick glance my way…then walk away into the next room.
And the chase is on. I almost trip on my way out the room. I reach the living room and see you sitting.
Well, sitting…kneeling on the sofa. Near the edge. More buttons undone on the shirt. Now I can clearly see your cleavage. And you know how much I like the tease. The implied chance I can get more. I like to push my luck with you for more. Every time. I walk over to you. Halfway through, I decide no more walking. I get on my knees and crawl my way to you. You’re biting your lip. I think you like that I build up the excitement. Draw it out, longer than it needs to be. Just that little bit more.
We’re face to, well, nearly face now. I’m just slightly shorter than you this way. I like the role reversal. You do seem to enjoy feeling in charge. You know you ARE in charge. You just dragged me out of bed without a word. But now you wait for my action…and my first is to move my face right into your neck. And just breathe you in. The smell of your hair, your skin, surrounding me as I slide inside my shirt. Inside YOUR shirt. Then I’m kissing your neck before I realise it. But I know I’m doing it because you gasp. And your breaths definitely got sharper. You try to remain upright, but before long you wrap your arms around me and drag me down with you, onto the sofa. I feel us shifting, but the only thing I’m concentrating on is the right amount of suction, kissing, and licking to create the best reactions on you. I think I’m succeeding. I feel your hands in my hair.
Meanwhile my hands reach for the last few buttons on the shirt. I want to expose more of your soft warm skin. I want to feel it against mine. Don’t deny me, I argue mentally with the buttons. I feel them give way…and then my abdomen touches yours and I melt into you. I love that feeling. So close to you, nothing between us. And we kiss. I wanted to make you wait a little bit for that, because I know you like the tease. You like knowing that I want you, and then deny you a little bit. You’ll flash that smile at me and I end up giving in.
And as we kiss, my hands move down your body, to your breasts. I love cupping them. Squeezing them. Feeling your warmth in my hand. And I love that you gasp sharply when I do it. I love feeling your nipple get hard in my hand. The sensation of the shirt fabric on one side of my hand, and your bare skin on the other, feels naughty. Like I’m sneaking a feel of you somewhere I shouldn’t…
And then you squirm. And I know why you squirm. I laugh, and lift myself off slightly from you. Sliding my body past yours. Kissing my way down your chest. Past that lovely belly button. And then I feel your warmth. Kneeling in front of you again, your body half covered by my shirt, but your legs spread, I’m staring directly at your pussy. And you know I can’t resist. I kiss you, with deep, long kisses. Immediately use my tongue, because your taste and scent are delicious and drive me wild. Without hesitation I spread your lips, teasing you up and down them. But as good as all that is, and it is good, the main event is up there. It’s that delicious clit, isn’t it?
And I wrap my lips around it. Gently flicking my tongue over it, picking up speed. Licking around it, in circles, then switching direction. Putting pressure on it, and grinding my tongue up and down the tip. Every movement seems magical from where I am, as you body convulses, squirms, bucks. And your hands in my hair tell me you’re definitely happy for me to continue. So I press on. I feel your legs start to tense…I think I hear my name, and then I can feel you throbbing against my tongue, and your thighs wrap around my head, tightly.
Slowly, you relax. Slowly, you let me go, catching your breath. And slowly, tantalisingly slowly, I kiss my way back up your body. And I spread the taste of you, all over you. I’m only sharing because you’re so delicious, see? And we kiss again. Because of course we do. But this is deeper. Longer. Stronger. I feel you catch your breath mid kiss, but you don’t pull apart. You keep me there. Like you can’t get enough. It drives me wild to feel you like this. Fully engaged. Or slightly besotted.
And as we kiss, I shift my position…slowly fitting my body between your legs…lowering myself…and with a slight change in angle, gently, slowly, teasingly start sliding myself inside you. Just a tease. I can’t do much in this position. But I know that just feeling me so close will quicken your pulse again. And so I give you a gentle thrust. And you smile, again. And then you wrap your legs around my waist. And now, oh, now we’re as close as we can get.
Laughing, smiling, I start thrusting. Deeper. Longer strokes inside you. Back to your neck, my lips sucking on your skin, gently, very gently, but definitely leaving a mark near your collarbone. Your nails are down my back. And up. And digging. On their own rhythm. I’m loving it. Picking up speed. Feeling our movements match. Feeling our breaths sync. You know I love to get lost in the moment. You know I love to close my eyes, and feel you, hear you. And I can still taste and smell you on me, on my face. I can’t last long. But you know this and you hold on to me, tighter. You whisper my name in my ear, and that does it. That makes me lose control, and I give in. With a few final thrusts, I finish, and slump, a mess of sweat, laughter, smiles, and completely out of breath. But you’re gently holding on to me.
And this is definitely going to be a good day.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/na6tx9/a_dazed_fantasy_mf
Great story, awesome writing =)