A creative retelling of a pleasant morning.
The soft morning light plays gently over your naked body. Your breasts are exposed, rising and falling steadily, your pale nipples soft and inviting, a sheet draped over your legs. I pull the silky material off you, enjoying the way it glistens as it slides over your smooth legs. My hands move between your thighs, taking care not to wake you as I pull your legs apart to reveal your pretty, pink pussy. I lay down between your legs and gently travel up them, covering you in soft, gentle kisses, just enough that you can feel them in your dreams but not enough to pull you from your peaceful slumber. I draw ever closer to your sex and I can feel the heat emanating on my cheeks. My lips brush yours ever so softly, appreciating their perfect smoothness before my tongue reaches out to push between them. I begin to explore you, moving slowly, wanting you to feel the pleasure combined with your dreams as long as possible. At first I only use the tip of my tongue to caress you, but gradually I push more and more between your lips, until I am stroking your length with broad, even strokes of my tongue, lingering on your clit with deeper attentions. I can feel your body moving under my touch and I hear the first trembled breath as you wake, leaving behind the warmth of your dreams and welcoming the warmth of my tongue. Your hand moves to entangle itself in my hair and I can sense the slight arch in your back as the first moan breaks through your lips and sings to me.