Awakenings
As she sleeps I watch her, arms and legs thrown carelessly amongst the crumpled
sheets. A delicate tangle of flesh and linen, a work of art although not by design.
Her golden hair falls into the perfect frame for her strong yet gentle shoulders,
intimating the flow of deep water, frozen in the moment. I watch her chest rise
and fall, wishing I were the air drawn deep into her lungs, wanting to fill her,
feed her. I lay on my side, close to the heat of her warm body. I place my hand
gently over her chest, close enough to touch her as she fills with air; just for
a second during each breath, then she falls away from me and my hand waits for
her to rise into me again. I pull the sheet away from her skin enough to free
her soft breasts, exposing her nipples to the cool air. I watch them stir a little
- is she dreaming of this perhaps ? Could my touch influence the path of those
dreams ? The palm of my hand covers her nipple, playing so softly it is barely
there, brushing against her delicate skin. I feel it harden slowly, and tease
it with the tips of my fingers until it is flushed and fully erect. Tracing the
dark areola, feeling it pucker underneath my hand, now she stirs; her body shifts
a little. Without waking her, I move my hand to the other nipple, and repeat the
slow dance performed upon the first. It is soon in the same state of arousal -
I like the symmetry and sit back a while to watch her breath again, this time
knowing she has responded to my touch. Finding it hard to resist, I lower my mouth
to a nipple and surround it with my lips. I suck gently, moving the tip of my
tongue in tiny circles. She moves again, this time to stretch out a little, moving
her legs apart as if to invite me further. It occurs to me she may really be awake,
and simply playing with me; I can’t tell as her breathing is deep and steady.
Deciding to take the risk of waking her, I lean to kiss her mouth. Pressing my
lips very gently to hers, placing small soft kisses there, I move to kiss her
cheeks, eyelids and forehead. I cover her in tiny kisses and find my way slowly
to her ear; I tease it with my mouth, biting and sucking gently. I run my tongue
behind her strong jaw, tracing a path to the underside of her chin and down her
neck. I can’t stop there, possessed by every inch of her I find myself licking
and kissing my way down her beautiful taut form, across the strong line of her
collar bone, down between her breasts to her belly; her belly, flat and honed
as it drops away from her ribs into layers of relaxed muscle. My mouth becomes
tethered there, unable to move more than brushing my lips across a few inches
of skin. I can smell her sex, I want to dare myself to kiss her there; can this
be done without rousing her from sleep ? I don’t want to interrupt her dreams,
simply steer them into a collision course with my desire for her. Unable to resist
that temptation, my mouth starts to meander almost blindly along the tiers of
smooth flesh, fingertips leading the way ahead, moving downward to a softer and
darker place - a place where I could die without knowing it. The sheet now pulled
almost completely away from her body, I study her naked form with eager eyes,
eyes she must surely feel as they burn through her skin. I move from her side
to kneel between her thighs. Bringing my hands around the edge of her hips I trace
their outline with my thumbs, continuing down the outside of her warm thighs to
the backs of her knees. I tease her there, causing her to stir and sigh, just
a tiny soft noise emitted as I raise her knees up with my hands, opening her to
me. I lower my mouth to caress her inner thighs with my wanting lips, now wet
with anticipation. I draw a path upward to the soft skin at the top of her thigh,
then down, brushing into her tightly curled hair. I want to dive in and be swallowed
up by her, have her body engulf mine until I am in complete darkness and silence,
all other senses forsaken in pursuit of pleasure; she is that pleasure incarnate,
simply touching her brings a deluge to my own body. I cannot wait any longer,
the deep throbbing in my own loins has become so intense I feel blood rushing
through me, the need guides my mouth to her sex. I taste her, my heart almost
thumping out of my chest for fear of waking her now, now when I am so close. I
press my tongue into her warm folds, uncovering them to discover she is as wet
and hot as my own mouth, and without doubt, my own swollen sex. Her body shifts
towards me, hips pushing upward. Surely she must be awake now, to be this aroused
and responsive to my touch. I must have her, the taste and scent driving me wild
as I push into her. My tongue finds the opening of her sex and firmly pushes its
way inside her; deep enough to feel I am there, hard enough to know my intentions.
I want her so desperately, need to feel her shake and tremble beneath me - my
own body aches and clenches without control now. As my firm tongue enters her,
I feel her respond, hips moving against me as I slide my hands under her ass to
hold her off the bed. I drag the wetness up toward her clit which my mouth is
longing for. I find it there, swollen and exposed as I surround her with my lips.
Gently drawing a vacuum around it, I pull her into my burning mouth, pressing
my tongue very gently against her. Her arm suddenly ventures down to my head,
taking a handful of my hair in her fist, she holds me close to her. Surely awake
now, she rides my caresses with the motion of a small rowing boat, travelling
slowly downstream with me. I hear her breath become short, she moans aloud as
I flicker the tip of my tongue feverishly across her now fully erect clit. It
has grown hard and proud, begging to be loved and praised like the centre of a
wondrous flower, where my mouth searches and probes every petal which surrounds
it. When I once again find it, I show no mercy - encompassing her with my wet
lips, I press hard and draw her into my mouth, suckling and teasing in ever decreasing
circles. Both her hands now hold my head, her fingers tangled in my hair as she
begins to tremble beneath me. Her thighs, now wide apart, become almost rigid.
Her buttocks clench in my hands. I pull one hand away to reach into her body.
As I bring it quickly between her legs I can almost hear her womb calling to me,
crying out to be filled as I tease her with only one finger. I want to delay this
but I am swept away with her ebb and flow, feeling myself drawn inside her as
if she were a whirlpool. My head spins, my cunt clenches, my whole body undergoes
an enormous rush, knowing that the moment I plunge my hand into her she will explode,
she will erupt with my mouth clamped hard around that deep crimson bud. I hear
her voice; it washes over me, the words forming like brush strokes. “Open your
eyes”. I can’t open them, I am so enthralled I dare not open them. She asks again,
“open them now”. I am on fire, my head dizzy, body trembling, I am helpless and
adrift, forcing my eyes open as she requested to find the deep turbulent blue
of her eyes. I am plunged instantly into confusion as I stare up at her, into
a face crazed with passion. She smiles and lowers her mouth to kiss me forcefully,
her tongue playing with mine. As I come round slowly from what I now know to be
a glorious dream, she presses her body firmly into mine and I feel her hand opening
me, pushing inside me just as I believed I was about to. I feel as close as I
had imagined she was, crying out into her mouth, my hips bucking and shaking beneath
her; she takes me, fills and completes me. How could she have done this without
waking me ? To have brought my body to the edge of this precipice without pushing
me over ? So now she pushes me hard, and we make that leap together. Her hand
moving furiously fast inside me, ever deeper. I cannot see or hear, can only feel
her sweat-bathed body writhing above mine, her mouth tearing every breath from
me. I begin to erupt, each muscle in my back and thighs tensing and throwing me
upward... I am lost to her. She moans as I scream out, my cunt clenching around
her, sucking her in, I explode. My blood rushes through me, leaving me flushed
and feverish. She brings my raging body down slowly, kissing me, holding and rocking
me gently. I shudder and gasp for breath, tears welling and escaping down my already
sweat drenched cheeks. I lay in shock, throbbing, still utterly dazed by the sudden
alteration to what I had perceived as reality. The sweetest of dreams had become
even sweeter once shaken gently into the light. I asked her if she had seen I
was dreaming, she confessed she had watched me stir and moan softly, soon finding
it impossible to resist touching me. She had found me very wet and aroused and
could not stop herself. I was grateful she had lost her will, happier still that
my dream had been given such a perfect ending - to awaken with my lover crazed
with desire for me, and my own body so close to orgasm... I could think of nothing
better. We kissed, slow languid kisses which tasted of sex, holding each others
sticky warm bodies until we fell asleep, perhaps to dream again, to dream in watercolours
of the richest hues.
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