I woke up that morning with one of those ever so slow grins. Opening my eyes I reached out to touch Jason, my lover. Oh what a day and night we had, had. I had met him at the airport the prior day, and then we had travelled through to this beautiful hotel nestled in the countryside. From the moment we had stepped in the room clothes had not touched our bodies; such had been our need for one another. A whole day and most of the night had been spent, with us making love and the ever so wonderful fucking. No wonder he was worn out, the long flight from America and then being ravished by his sex mad English girlfriend for well over twelve hours.
I lay on my side watching his face nestled peacefully against the pillow. My heart was burning with love for him and adoration. What a beautiful man he was, his lashes lay spidery against his cheeks, his strong face looked so gentle and serene with the glow of sleep. My eyes travelled to Jason's arm laid upon the covers, the muscles so well defined, his hands large and powerful, and his wide shoulders with skin so glorious to the touch. His neck so sexy, looked hard and sculptured as if from marble.
My heart was beating fast as I continued to gaze at him in his sleep. Chuckling naughtily to myself, I eased the covers away from him slightly. First my eyes wandered over his sleek, smooth chest, his pecs so well defined and then down to his abdominal muscles noticeable yet not the horrible bumpy mess that some men had. I sighed happily as my eyes caressed his skin with my gaze. Lifting the sheet away even more, a wry smile curved my lips as I looked at his manhood lying softly against his thigh. To see it in a non-erect state touched my heart in a strange way as I thought back over the night's activity, then it had been a thick, long hard shaft that Jason had used to thrill me beyond my wildest dreams.
My hands instinctively trailed across to his firm, muscular thighs, and my fingers twirling amongst the hairs of his legs. Feeling his cock against the back of my hand, I checked that his eyes were still shut with sleep. I slid down the bed a little with my pillow; still lying on my side I moved my hands slowly to his cock, the warmth of the soft foreskin so lovely to the touch. Moving his cock, I began to look at it in close detail, my eyes savouring each and every part of it. My heart fluttered as his cock began to awake under my feathery caresses. I watched intently as his wondrous cock came a live, small pulses moved it of it's own accord, small jerky dance like movements as my fingers continued to explore him. A few minutes of my soft touches had his rod so thick and hard.
My eyes followed the whole length, noting a beautiful curve to it that the back of my hand could not help but follow. I held him with one hand as I rubbed the shiny head of his member with my thumb, dipping in and out as it reached his cum hole. I ran the thumb under the darkening glans, a ridge of hard flesh separating the crown of his cock from the amazing length. He has by no means a beast of a shaft; his eight ample inches are so beautiful in proportion to his well-formed frame, the width more than a happy size for my pussy. Enough to stretch but not too wide so that it would tear me. It was a strain to make my thumb and forefinger meet around its girth, but oh how I enjoyed having that amazing member filling my hot, wet cunt.
I whimpered as his cock began to move once more as my finger ran along each and every vein. I stiffened in shock as he moved, darting my eyes to his face I was relieved to see that he was still asleep. I just wanted this time to explore my lover's tools, I had to stifle a mischievous giggle as my hand cupped his shaved, heavy balls, and they also began to tighten and move at my touch. My hand rotated at the wrist as I moved the hard orbs within the fleshy sac on the palm of my hand. Leaning over the bed I ran my tongue over the delicate flesh, slow licks tracing around both balls, lifting them each, my saliva was making them shine with the soft glow of the morning sun shining through the curtains.
The ever so familiar tightness began in my pussy as I savoured the manly taste of his man hood in my mouth. Oh God how I adored him at that moment, as his sleeping body lay before me for me to view and worship with my touch. Pulling my pillow closer to his body I snuggled my forehead against his flat stomach, as I ran my tongue over and around the taut skin at the tip of his cock, dipping it into the slit of the cum chute, curling the tip so that it scooped at a drop of pre-cum forming there.
