The window was cracked open and the rain had started to come down hard and fast, the drops pinging off the roof, bathing the room in a rhythmic, heavenly quiver. A cool breeze whisps through the narrow opening of the window frame, chilling the room fiercely, perfuming the air with a lush, fresh aroma. Our exasperation from the week-long heat wave is finally finally being penetrated.
I lay in bed facing him. His eyes closed again. One of his hands resting inside my thigh, moving his finger tips subtly, letting me know he’s almost awake. His other hand lays on my face, softly thumbing between my cheekbone and my bottom lip. I remove one of my hands from his neck and down his chest and down to his boxers, the outside of my hand against his skin, snagging the waistband with the webbing of my thumb, gently downward, pulling them lower around both of his hips. They snag on his hardness and I carefully pull the waistband around, giving the head of his cock a nice graze with my palm as the fabric is released.He wiggles and moves his legs accordingly to slink them off, his hands not moving from my face and my thigh. I graze his cock with my hand. It’s very hard. I don’t grab it with my whole fist, instead I trace the ridge of the tip with my index finger, as softly as I can despite the shallow contractions already taking place inside me.