We lay among cool, tangled sheets in the dark. I could smell him...the faint breath of his cologne, his own personal smell and a touch of sweat. Our clothes shed, we were naked and sleepy after a night out on the town.
Giggling like children, we told jokes and poked fun at each other. My eyes began to close and my mind began to fall into the twilight of the unconscious. A peaceful dream begins to take place, but some thing holds me back. A warm current of breath makes its way over my shoulders. I become aware of the outline of his body pressed against my back. A thin sheet separating us, I can feel his potent heat and the pulsing of his hungry prick. I feign sleep so he will continue his lovers caress. I feel the heat in his eyes as his long fingers pull the sheet from my breasts, causing them to perk up in the cold.
The pale, D cup mounds are icy in the moonlight, and he can’t seem to keep himself from tweaking a nipple between his fingers. I shift onto my back, and he continues the erotic pull....plucking my baby pink nipples between his roughened fingers. He twists them slowly, letting them bounce back into place. My legs begin to spread of their own will. His cock is already hungry, but my pussy has yet to be fully woken. I feel the blood rush to my pussy lips and my slit start to get wet. He goes to the other breast and pulls the nipple. My hands tangle in his hair, forcing his head down to the font of my desire. My hips rise and my legs spread. I command him with a few words....”Taste me”.
