You ease yourself back into bed, careful not to disturb me. Curling on your side, you pull the blanket over your bare shoulder, shivering in the early morning chill and try to go back to sleep. The workday would start all too soon.
Half dozing, you feel me roll over, my naked warmth suddenly against your back; one arm sliding up to cover yours on the pillow, taking your hand in mine to rub my finger in soft circles around your palm. My other hand slips beneath your hair, moving it off your neck to expose it to my mouth. My breath curls around your neck and across your ear while my hand moves across yours, from shoulder to elbow and back, caressing your cool skin.
You gradually melt against me. My finger moves up to trace the outline of your ear and rub your temple, then along the edge of your cheek to trace your lower lip gently. My fingers play across your face, stroking your brows, your eyes, your nose, your chin, then back to your lips. You kiss them softly running your tongue along the tips as you feel my tongue tickling the nape of your neck.
I move down to your breast, my hand caressing you, working around and around, moving ever closer to the centre as your nipples begin to harden, demanding attention. You uncurl yourself, stretching along me, your muscles quivering with growing tension. You feel my cock swelling against your back while I move lower to rub your stomach with slow, circular strokes of my palm. Sighing, you relax fully under my touch, floating away, outside yourself, a soft blanket descending over your mind.
"You're not supposed to fall asleep again," I say, my hand slipping between your legs, which open instinctively as my finger touches you to begin a rhythmic stroking in and out, teasing. A second finger joins the first inside you, stretching you wider, playing until you moan and writhe with building desire.
