I look at you laying down next to me.
Your still sleeping body faces mine.
Something about looking at you like this, so vulnerable, so peaceful, so blissful makes me want to have you once more.
Your body is still nude as you were before me last night with only a thin white linen sheet to cover you. You wrapped it around you before we went to sleep, but in that deep unarmed state of slumber, the sheet managed to escape your grasp.
One of your breasts is exposed and I see it move lightly, up and down with your relaxed breathing.
Your skin is beautiful and adorned with freckles that I love to kiss.
One of your long lovely black curls coyly hides between your breasts. The rest of them are in a likely knotted mess under your head that will drive you crazy when you wake and start getting dressed.
Your pink heart shaped lips rest closed against each other in a neutral but blissful expression with a freckle just above the cupid’s bow.
Your lips are so full, so desirable. As I watch you sleep I think of how I long to feel them against my skin. I think of how you straddled my hips last night and pressed them against the back of my neck after I’d come home and laid face down on the bed.
Your soft kisses tracing my spine as you suckled on me. The way your small hands pinned my wrists and how you trailed those soft, pink, plump lips against the back of my wrists.
How you kissed further down and against the sides of my hips as you flipped me over and spread my legs apart with gentle but firm hands.
How you watched my mouth part as I felt my center moisten and how you pressed your lips against mine briefly.
I think of you pressing them against my ankle and kissing your way up. The feeling of your tongue darting between them to leave long teasing licks up my legs and against my thighs.
Your gorgeous lips nibbling their way up towards my inner thighs then placing long, deep, passionate kisses against them, sucking on the skin. Your palm sliding between my thighs and hovering just over my sex until I am overcome with lust and can’t help to thrust against it.
I remember the devilish smirk that crossed your lips as you looked up at me and finally decided to give me what I wanted.
A taste of your lips against my center, you savoring my arousal so hungrily that I could feel myself slipping away into ecstasy as your tongue skillfully traced it’s way between my labia and flicked against my clit. How you took each side of my labia and began to kiss it so longingly in such a way that I felt my abdomen begin to clench.
How your merciless fingers traced circles against my clit and made their way further down before slipping inside of me.
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