The morning light floods into your bedroom, you shift in the covers and stretch, making little sounds as you do. A contented sigh bursts from your lips. You groan slightly, then step out of bed and walk past its end to stand in front of your mirror.
Looking at your reflection, you consider yourself for a moment. You lift your tank top and stand there looking at your creamy tummy. You purse your lips, all the while I look over at you from the bed. You begin to look over the rest of your body. Your eye’s travel up and down your curves.
My view is double, as I can see you from behind and also your reflection in the mirror. I stare at your luscious hips, and a shiver passes through me. I feel my breath catch for a moment as you bend over slightly to inspect some feature a little closer. Your gorgeous arse pokes towards me, and your reflection’s cleavage plunges into the darkness of your top.
You smile over at me for a moment then go back to your assessment. Perhaps not realising what effect your little inspection has had on me, or perhaps you do, and this is just part of the game.
Quietly I rise from the covers and on the bed still, shuffle towards you on my knees. The air is cool on my bare chest, and there is the begging’s of a bulge in my boxers. I get closer to you, and something finally alerts you to my proximity.
You look up as I lunge towards you. My arms encircle you, and you make a small squeak as I pull you off your feet and lay you back on the bed. You giggle once nervously, as I lie beside you now, and you look into my eyes.
Do you see the hunger in them? Do you see the evil plans I have for you? To do to you?
Before you have a chance to say anything I lift your top away from your smooth alabaster tummy, and move me head so it is now hooked under your top. I lower my head to the sea of cream coloured skin.
Where I blow the biggest raspberry you have ever heard. For a second you obviously can’t believe what I have done, then you laugh and hit my on the back, I smile and blow a bigger one than before. You slap my back again and call me an idiot, you tell me to get off you. But the laughter in your voice betrays you.
I quickly switch to kissing your bare stomach, planting gentle kisses on your skin. My lips trailing across your flesh as I slowly work my way down. I detour to your right hip and between a kiss I gently bite you. I hear your breath flutter, and I feel your hands on the back of my head.
I cross back over to your cute belly button and quickly poke my tongue in to it. I inhale deeply; the scent of your skin is a mix of your favourite lotion and the warm cotton smell of your sheets. It’s so simple, yet it makes me start to get hard.
You are no longer laughing, I look up for a moment and see that your eyes are closed, but quickly you push my lips back against your milky skin. I hook my thumbs around the bands of your underwear, and slowly start to slide them down. I gently brush my lips across the newly exposed skin.
My fingertips caress the outside of your hips, and your upper thighs as you underwear creeps down. Your breathing has become much heavier now, almost a soft panting. You inhale sharply as I kiss the supple flesh over your pelvic bone. The slight bristle of my chin’s morning stubble, rakes across this delicate and sensitive area.
A small patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair is uncovered as your panties continue their descent. I rub my face across your bare pelvis now, delighting in how soft your skin is. I suddenly get a whiff or something different.
Something immediately feminine yet primal. I look down at the crotch of your panties and they are soaked. Your pussy lips are clearly outlined as the crotch sticks to them like a second skin. I immediately place my face between your legs.
I push my face forward into your crotch so that my nose is pressed against your mons, and my mouth only has a thin layer of wet cotton separating it from your pussy lips. You groan and tell me to stop teasing you.
I look up and with my face still pressed against your pussy ask you what do you want me to do. My muffled voice sends vibrations through your wet pussy, making you writhe. I ask you again what you want me to do, and this time you respond.
“Lick me, suck me, finger fuck me, and make me cum.” You gasp. The agony and the ecstasy, of me being so close, yet not doing anything is driving you mad. I extend just the tip of my tongue and run it gently up and down the middle of your lips. It plays over the cotton which is wet with your own juices.