I continue to squeeze the moisture out of my hair with a hand towel, as I study your pose and let my eyes move down over your half covered chest. They drift still further down as I brush the few tangles from my auburn hair and linger at your long legs. I love your legs. I love lying my body along them on a cold winter's night, feeling your heat, as you feel my mouth caressing your tenderest parts. I love running my red painted nails up and down them, lightly scratching the surface of your skin until goosebumps appear and I hear you moan with pleasure. I love massaging your inner thighs, making you anticipate what my next move might be. I love the feel and scent of you, the texture of your skin. I crave your closeness. Just thinking about touching you makes my body tingle, and as I stand there I hear a very soft moan. I realize it came from me and smile as I lay the brush on the dresser. My blue silk robe has managed to slide open and I stand there naked underneath, except for a pair of high-cut, black, cotton panties, trying to decide what to do. It's becoming late in the day and I know you'll be rising soon, so why not wake you in a sensual fashion. Your toe peeks invitingly out of the sheets and I bend to kiss it lightly. You stir a little in your sleep again and a little smile tugs at the corners of your mouth, so I decide the time is right. I raise the corner of the sheet and begin placing soft sensuous kisses along your toes and onto the top of your foot. My hands massage your arches as I move upward, keeping count of the kisses I bestow to every inch of your warm flesh. ....ten...eleven...twelve.... You begin to stretch and groan a little, slowly becoming aware of my attentions, and a smile lights up your face as you open your eyes to see me disappearing under the end of the comforter. "Mmmm, what's this, breakfast in bed?" I hear you murmur. I stop to chuckle, then continue kissing and counting. ....nineteen...twenty...twenty-one.... "Why are you counting?" you say in a sleepy voice as you stretch a little more. "I want to see how many kisses it takes to get to your mouth", I say with a smile you can't see. I begin to vary the touch of my lips on you, sometimes brushing lightly across your skin, sometimes sucking your flesh into my mouth or nibbling gently. Your body jumps slightly with the aggressive touches and relaxes with the gentle ones. You never know what to expect as I creep closer to the place where your legs meet your torso. The journey so far has yielded thirty-four kisses and I have a long way to go before my lips meet yours. You reach over to the night table and grab a stick of gum, crumpling the paper and tossing it towards the waste paper basket. You miss your mark by mere inches because I picked the very moment that you tossed it, to kiss you on the tenderest spot on your body. You lift the covers to allow me a little air and comment that I seem to have gotten off track. My kissing line has stopped momentarily while I explore the regional terrain.
I smile, an evil little grin. "I couldn't resist", I pant as my mouth eagerly takes you in. "I love a girl with a weak will," you chuckle between moans. Your body undulates beneath me, slipping your hard member deep into my mouth, across my hungry tongue. You throw the comforter back, leaving only the light sheet covering me. My robe has long since slipped off exposing my bare shoulders and ample breasts. You keep the sheet over me delighting in the feel of the actions within. My breasts rub lightly against your warm inner thighs, just above your knees and you feel my firm shoulders against the palms of your hands. You raise one foot and rub against my bended legs, moving up and down my outer thigh. My body is so aroused by your touch I begin to moan softly, creating a vibration that moves up your shaft and deep into your groin. You move your foot to the warm place between my legs and begin to gently brush against my panties. It creates a tickling sensation and raises me to yet another erotic plateau. I hear you softly mumble something, but it's lost among the sheets. Words aren't important. We communicate now by touch. I only want to know that I'm pleasing you and that becomes clear in the chorus of moans we create together. You're obviously pleasing me too. My hips begin to pulse against your foot and you push your toes against the fabric, running them under the side from time to time, exciting me more and more, teasing me. I want your hands and your mouth on me but your needs come first. I feel your urgency growing with each stroke of my tongue and feel your body tensing under me. My hands work your flesh expertly, and you lift yourself to me, driving deeper with each upward thrust until you explode against the back of my throat. Your body quivers in my hands until you finally rest your derriere back on the mattress. I continue my kissing and counting, beginning at the top of your thigh with number thirty-five....thirty-six...thirty seven.... Upwards my mouth roams biting, sucking, my tongue taking tiny licks of your warm skin, damp with the efforts of our lovemaking. I love the musky, masculine smell of you, love to feel the contours of your muscle fibers running under the surface of your skin, love the salty taste of you. ....forty...forty-one...forty-two.... "Mmmm, what a wonderful way to wake up," you say, smiling gently as you search my eyes. "What's the occasion?" "You just looked too delicious to pass up," I say teasingly, throwing in a wink for good measure. You chuckle softly and your hands run slowly up my back and into my hair. ....forty-four...forty-five.... Your hands press my mouth against your nipple and I linger there for a few moments, circling it with my tongue and flicking lightly. My mouth surrounds it, tugging gently, sucking and nibbling until you begin to moan again. My hands roam freely about your torso, following the muscles from point to point. Massaging firmly, then tickling softly, wooing the nerve endings into a response. Your body seems alive with sensation and I begin to feel another erection against my inner thigh. I look up into your eyes and raising one eyebrow say, "Mmmm, feels like Wee Willie Winkie wants to play again." You throw your head back into the pillows and let out a loud, body-shaking laugh. I begin to giggle with you and lay my body on top of yours. I love to feel the vibrations move up from your body through mine as you laugh. It's the thing I love most about you. Your sense of fun, your laughter and the way you let out a little gasp when caught off guard. When the laughter subsides I begin to count again. ....forty-six...forty-seven...forty-eight.... I move up your chest towards your neck. I love to kiss your neck and breathe against it until it tickles you and sends shivers up your spine. My tongue reaches out to draw your earlobe into my mouth just as I count .... fifty-five...fifty-six.... and I suck the velvety soft flesh there. You love the tingles it gives you and moan in reply to my whispered plea to feel you inside me. Suddenly, you roll me over onto my back and your large smooth chest is over me. You reach down and cup my warm mound in your large hand, massaging in a sensual motion. Electrical currents shoot up my spine and my body arches up under you in response. Your fingers slide under the edge of my panties and you feel the soft smooth skin, laid bare by my razor. You feel the tingles inside your chest and groin area as your fingers become moist, slipping deeper and deeper inside. My breath catches in my throat and I gasp with uncontrolled ecstasy. My hands push down on the waistband of my panties, begging you to remove them. You oblige with one quick stroke of your strong hands and I hear the fabric strain as if they will tear. My excitement builds higher as you become more and more aggressive and your hands spread my legs to allow you access between them. You stop momentarily, looking deep into my blue eyes and begin to kiss a similar spot on my neck, where I left off on yours. You count as you kiss across my cheek and position your body between my legs. ....fifty-seven...fifty-eight...fifty-nine.... The last number is muffled as our lips meet and your long hard shaft slowly slides upward into me, causing a sonorous, deep-throated moan from us both.
The counting is complete.
