Christmas Day, it's just started. I woke at 4:00 am, unable to sleep and restless. Brushing my fingers through my curls, I smooth them out and pull them to one shoulder before running my hands along my shoulders, and down over my breasts. To my stomach and over my hips I push down the long, silk nightshirt I slept in the night before, and step lightly into the living room, closing the bedroom door behind me.

The house is dark, save for the lights on the Christmas tree, and the sounds of christmas music. Kenny G, filling the room makes me smile as I slip onto the couch and under one of the large, plush blankets for warmth. Thoughts of you admittedly racing through my mind as I rest my head back against the interior of the couch, silently wondering if you too, couldn't sleep that night.

Perhaps for a different reason.

For the last few weeks, our conversations kept late into the evening, flirty and funny, or erotic and intense. And even though you aren't physically with me..the way you make me cum.. the ways I whisper your name as orgasm after orgasm rocks my body, or when I hear you cum for me, arouses me unlike anything in recent memory. It's these thoughts, that has the blanket now pushed down to my ankles, and the buttons on the shirt undone to my stomach. The cool air caressing the skin of each breast, half exposed to the open area of the shirt. My nipples, pressing crudely against the silk, bruised up begging for the attention of a mouth only dreamed of.

I know you think of watching me, so that thought haunts me. Stand behind me..and smile as you peer over my shoulder. So lost I wouldn't notice as hand reaches down to cup one breast. I bring it to my face and rub my lips over the entirety of it. I love feeling how soft my skin is.. how gentle it feels.. and so my tongue glides down. First in long strokes from the top to circle around my nipples, and then lips wrap hungrily around it, sucking it against the flat of my tongue.

A whisper.. "Baby. I need your mouth.." and I imagine, as my mouth circles my nipple, sucking on it so greedily, the soft moans coming from my throat, are you.. your moans matching mine. My eyes opening to gaze down into yours. My tongue sliding over my lips to wet them as they part in short gasps. I imagine your lips everywhere, over both breasts, attacking, taking..claiming. I already need you so badly..

As my hands pull the nightshirt from my body, they tickle their way down my sides, to my hips and the very edges of my nails tap down my stomach to my navel. I would chuckle as your tongue slid around it, and downwards to the hollows of my hip.

It would be then that I pull away, draw you close to the tree and slide beneath it. A finger beckoning you over to me. Free hand slid between parted thighs, gliding up along the inside of one to touch the bare skin of my lips through my panties. I wonder, if in that dim hue of colour you can see the outline of my slit, wet and pushed up between my lips. The gentle swaying of my ass as I grind down into the ground, just waiting for your mouth.

Thighs pried apart further, would recieve your kisses down the length of my thighs, over my knees and down to my ankles. Would you run your tongue back up my legs? Kiss behind my calves and along the backsides of my thighs? Would your mouth hover over my panties, breathing hotly on the wet fabric making that tiny little clit throb even harder then it already is?

My fingertips trace the length of my lips and one pushes inwards. As it bumps my clit I groan wondering if that would be your teeth, nudging it with your tongue before you circled your wait around. My sweet wetness dripping over the skin and thrust up into your mouth. I moan deeply as you suck me, one finger, unseen, thrust deeply into those tight walls, exploring, pumping me, bringing me closer and closer to coming. As it builds up one hand grabs my breast, finger and thumb taking the nipple and tugging roughly as I cum all over your lips..whispering your name in shudder after sweet shudder.