As I wake slowly from my dream I become aware of the touch upon my person. Light fingers trace circles around my breasts, caressing those most tender areas not often touched. Rather than open my eyes I let a small breath escape my lips in an almost silent moan. The pressure of the fingers increases only slightly, although now I am aware of my tightened nipples and how sensuous they feel.
Though the fingers continue their trace my mind flies ahead to where this may lead. Already my loins are beginning their awakening, heating and beginning their gentle pulse, the wetness starting its slow creep. My breath may be becoming more rapid as I feel the fingers cross my nipples; the shivers are not something I can suppress in response. The heat of my lover's breath as he moves closer to my breasts is a sensation I savour and rejoice in. Before I can take my next breath his tongue darts out to circle the hardness of that which he holds in his fingertips, my shaking seems to encourage him to take the tip into his mouth; gently sucking and arousing more audible moans to escape from me. Although my body is bare it seems encased in iron to compare with this the smallest of sensations. Slowly his tongue encircles my nipple before leaving its wetness exposed to the cold air, before exacerbating it by blowing across it; my back lifts from its supine position in its response.
My eyes flicker open to see an expression of delight on my partners face, at this his expression turns unreadable and with gentle hands he encloses my eyes within silk. Almost at once my senses are heightened, his breathing sounding loud and excited in my ears and my own not far behind. Every hair on my body seems to stand to attention alerting me to the slightest change in the air. Quivering I try to remain still, waiting to feel what will come next.
His breath on my neck is almost enough to send my body into convulsions, as it is his lips pressing onto my skin are enough to reduce me to submission. How to explain this most tender yet aggressive attention to my body, the pleasure is indescribable as his lips and tongue make their heated way down towards my throat as his hands lift my arms above my head. As his lips come to rest in the hollow of my throat then across to where my life pumps through my veins, my most vulnerable of areas; I can feel my pulse increase in response. But quickly it seems he moves on, down almost under my arm to the side of my breast; who knew that area had so much feeling! My moans now I'm sure give no pretence of sleep and my lifting hips surely attuned him to my inner feelings.
How delicious and arousing, never have I felt so in tune with my own body, as though I could feel every last inch of it; awakening to his touch, his gentle caress. Though my body screamed for more, I was trying my best not to show it. Why I don't know other than I wanted his touch to never end whilst at the same wanting so much more. I wanted him to engulf me, to possess me, to be inside and all around me, for that moment he was my universe. Still it continued, as his mouth once more took my nipple to lick and gently suck his hand went to the other to caress and tease. Torn between the gentle wetness of his mouth and the stronger kneading of my other breast I would not have been able to tell which was more pleasant or if they did not both compliment each other. As I was trying to resolve this within myself he confused me once more by nipping gently with his teeth while gently cupping with his hand. At this point my nether regions blazed back to life, no longer pulsing but seeming to pound with the need for him whilst the wetness had long since over taken creeping and my own scent reached my nostrils with its intensity.
