I wake up in bed, tangled partly in bedsheets but mostly in you, your legs entwined in mine, keeping me close. As if you know somehow in your sleep that I am about to get up, you instinctively wrap your arms around me and pull me tighter into your embrace. I lay still, listening to the sounds of the ocean below us, feeling your breath against my ear as you sleep soundly. I shuffle to face you and manage to keep you sleeping, as you lick your lips and sigh. Your face half hidden in pillows, half bathed in light relaxes as I lean in and kiss your lips and draw down your cheek with my fingers. You lean into my hand and absently kiss my fingertips as I slowly trace lines across your brow, down your cheek and neck and back up to your ear, watching the changes in your expression.
Even as you sleep, your face is a work of art to me, from the way your lips fall open as you breathe deeply to the tiny furrow of your brow as you dream of something that cannot be explained. You are beautiful. I kiss the tip of your nose and wonder if you ever dream about me and you smile, almost like we are connected no matter if we are awake or asleep and you know what I am thinking.
I watch as your eyes dart beneath the fluttering lids and your breathing loses its sleepy rhythm. You begin to wake and when you look into my eyes I feel like you stare into my soul... And when I look into yours I see your soul staring back, challenging me to be better, brighter, more. Your lips feel like they were made to kiss mine, they are so soft and when you push the tip of your tongue to part my lips, I can't help but to give in to it, and find myself searching for deeper kisses. It's all so slow and delicate that we could be made of glass. Your hands run down my thigh to my knee and back up to my hip, finishing with your fingers digging gently into soft flesh at the small of my back and I can feel you searching for the same depths I am sinking into. Your hands are pushing against my hips and the back of my head as you pull me deeper into you and before we both drown, you pull away from me just enough to look into my eyes. Your hands continue their journey around my body, but your eyes stay locked on mine.
You slide your hands across my breasts, flicking my nipples as you continue to explore my body with your fingertips. Your hands cover most of my waist and I find myself giggling as you squeeze me tight. Sensing it could all turn into a tickle fight, you quickly move your hand to between my thighs, drawing slow circles from my knees upward, making me shiver. You are breathing as fast as I am and I can feel your heart beating as you close your eyes and rest two fingers on either side of my clit. I feel my eyes roll into the back of my head and part my lips to let the moan escape, but the sound refuses to come out. Continuing to draw tiny circles with one hand, the other pulls gently at my hair, tilting my head back so you can get at my neck, which you bite into hungrily, all the time watching my face. I feel like I am trapped in your embrace, like you wont let me go until you are happy.
The rubbing becomes more pressured as you feel my body start to stiffen against your hands and you pull my hair harder to regain control of me. My body is arching against yours, bucking against your hands and straining to be let loose to control the orgasm, but you hold me down and continue to rub until I groan against your open mouth.
I feel you inhale and for just a moment you take the life out of me and as you breathe out and my lungs fill with air again, you slide a single finger into me. I feel like you just consumed me and I let go of a single tear that you kiss away gently.
Even as you sleep, your face is a work of art to me, from the way your lips fall open as you breathe deeply to the tiny furrow of your brow as you dream of something that cannot be explained. You are beautiful. I kiss the tip of your nose and wonder if you ever dream about me and you smile, almost like we are connected no matter if we are awake or asleep and you know what I am thinking.
I watch as your eyes dart beneath the fluttering lids and your breathing loses its sleepy rhythm. You begin to wake and when you look into my eyes I feel like you stare into my soul... And when I look into yours I see your soul staring back, challenging me to be better, brighter, more. Your lips feel like they were made to kiss mine, they are so soft and when you push the tip of your tongue to part my lips, I can't help but to give in to it, and find myself searching for deeper kisses. It's all so slow and delicate that we could be made of glass. Your hands run down my thigh to my knee and back up to my hip, finishing with your fingers digging gently into soft flesh at the small of my back and I can feel you searching for the same depths I am sinking into. Your hands are pushing against my hips and the back of my head as you pull me deeper into you and before we both drown, you pull away from me just enough to look into my eyes. Your hands continue their journey around my body, but your eyes stay locked on mine.
You slide your hands across my breasts, flicking my nipples as you continue to explore my body with your fingertips. Your hands cover most of my waist and I find myself giggling as you squeeze me tight. Sensing it could all turn into a tickle fight, you quickly move your hand to between my thighs, drawing slow circles from my knees upward, making me shiver. You are breathing as fast as I am and I can feel your heart beating as you close your eyes and rest two fingers on either side of my clit. I feel my eyes roll into the back of my head and part my lips to let the moan escape, but the sound refuses to come out. Continuing to draw tiny circles with one hand, the other pulls gently at my hair, tilting my head back so you can get at my neck, which you bite into hungrily, all the time watching my face. I feel like I am trapped in your embrace, like you wont let me go until you are happy.
The rubbing becomes more pressured as you feel my body start to stiffen against your hands and you pull my hair harder to regain control of me. My body is arching against yours, bucking against your hands and straining to be let loose to control the orgasm, but you hold me down and continue to rub until I groan against your open mouth.
I feel you inhale and for just a moment you take the life out of me and as you breathe out and my lungs fill with air again, you slide a single finger into me. I feel like you just consumed me and I let go of a single tear that you kiss away gently.
