You are starting to wake up. The sun is not yet risen, but you can feel its glow on the horizon creeping through your bedroom window.
Your eyes still closed, you feel my gentle, yet firm, hand caress the back of your neck. I transition up slightly to the bottom of your hairline and tenderly scratch your scalp and loosely pull your hair.
You feel my other hand grasp your hip before releasing and straying into your tummy and grazing between your breasts and waistline. I tease my hand lower between your legs a few times before gripping your hip again.
You feel my warm breath on your back as I take a deep sigh.
I let go of your hair and roll you so you are facedown. I begin to rub and massage your back, from your neck to the base of your spine, occasionally squeezing your hips and waist. My hands slowly wander down your back, finally coming to your butt... I grab a handful of buttcheek in each hand, squeezing firmly and lightly spacing between squeezes. My hands slow and eventually stop moving, resting on your butt.
My thumbs side under the edges of your panties, sliding up and down, tracing the edge of the fabric. You feel one hand slide up your back while the other slips completely underneath your panties and slides between your legs, which are wet from the hot, dampness of your pussy.
My index and middle fingers split your lips - your back arches. I hold your back firmly with my other hand. My fingers slide farther between your lips, searching for a secret.
My middle and ring finger come together as they reach your clit, index finger and pinky gently rubbing the soft skin encompassing the smooth, wet folds of skin that have been getting hotter and wetter as my fingers wander your wondrous landscape. As my fingers tease your clit, my other hand maintains firm pressure on your back. My thumb slips between your lips and plunges inside of you, bending slightly, applying pressure on the inside wall.
You feel so hot.
So wet.
So tight.
My fingers continue to maneuver and adjust as I gauge how your legs move. Your back arches. Your breath wavers. As my fingers continue to play, you grab the sheets by your head.