Making Love To You Is Always So Sweet
Before I even opened my eyes that morning I could hear the gentle sounds of rain hitting the roof. I sighed softly and snuggled closer to you, feeling the comfort of your warm body near me as you smiled in your sleep. I love to watch you sleep, you look so calm and serene as your dreams play out and distant looks of happiness and hope cross your face. I sometimes like to think that it’s me you’re seeing in your dreams, because I know that you tend have a starring role in mine.
Your back was to me that morning, so I slowly snaked my arm around your body to hold you closer to me. Even in your sleep you responded to my touch and held onto the arm that was draped across your body. I fell back asleep like this, with our bodies pressed together and our legs intertwined. I woke up again, but this time not because of the rain. I felt your hand on my thigh, and then felt it slowly start to caress, moving higher and higher on my leg until you were stroking my hip. Since we always sleep naked together, there were no clothes obstructing the path that your hand was slowly tracing on my body. I opened my eyes and was met with the sight of you, propped up on your side, watching me as you met my gaze.
We whispered our “good mornings” as I leaned toward you with my lips slightly parted. Our mouths met in a tender kiss that I gradually deepened by pushing just the very tip of my tongue into your mouth and then pulling it back a little. Teasing you like this drives you crazy, and I know it. I broke the kiss after a few seconds and covered your hand, the one that was still resting on my hip, with my own. Next I tossed the covers off and slid out of bed.
My nipples immediately stiffened because the air was cold in the room, and I was not wearing any clothes. I told you to wait there while I went to the kitchen to make some tea and breakfast. I leaned down and kissed you once again, and then sauntered out of the bedroom and down the hall, all the while knowing that you were watching me since I did not bother with a robe. I returned to the bedroom holding a small tray of food: two mugs of steamy tea, as we did not drink coffee, and peach yogurt in a pretty little dish. I set the tray down next to the bed and climbed back in.
You gently pulled me over to you so that I was sitting in between your legs, the curve of my ass resting lightly against your hardness. I passed you a mug of tea and picked up the dish of yogurt. I had purposefully only brought one spoon from the kitchen, clever me. I fed you the yogurt, spoonful by loving spoonful. I had gotten a little of the pink gooey yogurt on my finger, which you noticed.
You brought my hand to your mouth and gently sucked and cleaned all of my fingers, even the ones that were clean to start with. I replaced the half-empty dish on the tray and turned my face in order to receive your kiss. As we were kissing so tenderly and lovingly, I slowly turned my whole body around until I was facing you, kneeling between your legs.