This is the first time i have written anything so any constructive criticism will be appreciated - this is written from a female perspective.
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I lay on the beds soft sheets face down with my long hair splayed to one side.
As he reached the side of the bed and swept a loose strand of hair off my neck and his fingertip brushed below my ear before continuing down my neck, a single finger so light across my skin but leaving a tingling sensation as he trailed it down my spine. Not stopping at my lace underwear but following through, tracing across my hip and down my thigh, i felt as if a thin line of sparks were dancing across my skin in the wake of his touch.
As he reached my feet, i felt his soft mouth replace his finger, kissing his way back up my body - each one sending a small jolt through me. Some were just a simple kiss to the skin but every other touch i felt the small nibble of his teeth or a tiny lick of the tongue. Until finally he again reached my black lace underwear, and slipped his tongue under the seam where they met my inner thigh. I couldn't feign sleep any longer as i let out a small muffled moan into the pillow and felt his lips form that beautiful smile of his against my skin.
In my mind i could see his almost too perfect body bathed in moonlight like last night, his muscled yet soft and smooth stomach, his strong arms that could not hold me too tightly to him. Long and well defined legs and his tight buttocks that my hands had memorised whilst pulling him into me. And my favourite and yet newly explored part of him was etched into my very being, they say size does not count but it sure can help things along to see a fully erect eight inches of penis perfection, an impressive girth and silky soft foreskin that i longed to touch and lick the first moment i set eyes on it. I try not to objectify my man in this way but it is hard not too when his whole package is as good as this.
I feel the bed shift as he lies back down next to me and i cannot help but sneak a peek at him for under my hair, surely my memory is clouded by the amount of endorphins left over from last night, surely he cannot be truly that unbelievably perfect. My breath catches as i look him over, he is wearing nothing but a small towel around his waist and his fingers have continued to trail up and down my back. My fresh memory's swirling around my mind had not even done him justice, he is amazing and he is mine.
I do not remember the last time i actually woke up already horny and wet for someone. Perhaps never but i certainly was now, his touches and the almost cruel teasing of his tongue just an inch away had left me fully aroused and had awoken the almost painful passion we had shared last night.
He hears my small intake of breath as i open my eyes and smiles down at me with his head propped up on one elbow. As my mouth spreads in the most truest of grins his other hand leaves my back to pull my hair away from my face and leans down to plant a short but blissfully smouldering kiss to my waiting lips.
Pulling back slightly he breaks the silence, "you ok down there - you seemed to be dreaming about something nice," he said with a slight smirk forming.
"I almost convinced myself yesterday was a dream," i replied smiling as his smirk disappeared and was replaced by a smile that spoke volumes of how he cherished me.
"I'm glad it wasn't just a dream" i whispered reaching my hand up to his face and caressing the edge of his lower lip.
"Me too" planting a kiss on my palm he leaned down and whispered right in my ear "i don't want to wake up even one morning without you by my side...ever".
My mind could not think of anything better to say how i felt the same way, so as he whispered these words to me i twisted round as his lips came away from my ear and caught them in a deep kiss that seemed to encompass a lifetimes worth of love and lust in just a few frantic heartbeats.
