It was a quiet Sunday morning and we had stayed in bed reading the papers and talking quietly sharing our thoughts and opinions, along with a box of sticky buns. You looked so tempting lying there in your naked glory that I couldn't help myself from admiring your sexy physique.
We finished the paper and were just lying there close together, not really entwined but you were on your side with one arm thrown over me and you were absent mindedly massaging my breasts as you talked. I was just lying there listening and enjoying the soft caresses while offering an occasionally comment.
One minute you were telling me about something you had read in the paper and the next you were quiet. When your hand quit moving and you stopped talking, I glanced up and could see your eyes shutting and opening slowly as if you were fighting sleep. You looked so relaxed and ever so tempting, I couldn't help myself from taking advantage of you in your weakened state.
I lean over and give you some butterfly kisses on your mouth, almost tickling you. Your lips start twitching and the corners turn up into a smile. When you start to stir a bit I lick your lips softly, letting the tip of my tongue trace the edges of your full lip. Then I deepen the kiss knowing you are fully awake again and probably ready for whatever I care to offer.