I am naked. Covered only in a light sheet as the morning light pokes brightly through the blinds, making stripes on the crisp, white cotton. It rustles and there is a depression in the mattress next to my feet. I feel your hand lightly on my ankle and a gentle kiss above it sends little shocks directly to the V between my legs. I smile as you gently encourage me onto my back, spreading my thighs and taking up residence between them.
Your grasp on my calves is firm and you plant kisses on the tops of each foot. Your left hand caresses me higher, your fingertips brushing my skin and leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. I sigh, squirming when your tongue finds my instep. There is wetness between my thighs, both new and left over from our night of lusty pleasures. I can feel it, heavy on my hair and cooling as the air touches my damp lips.
Your kisses intensify. What were once barely perceived touches have become wet nips with teeth and tongue. My nipples harden and I arch my back, begging you to touch my pussy, to play in my wetness. You resist, torturing me with touches, kisses, and teases. Your hands reach under me to cup my ass, fingers digging into flesh and causing my juice to escape and pool under me on the bed. Finally your mouth arrives at the apex of my thighs. I can feel your warm breath subtly moving the trimmed bush on my mons.
"Please..." I moan, pushing myself closer so your lips make contact with skin. You nuzzle me. I can hear you inhale deeply the scent of me and then I feel it, gentle kisses on the bare lips of my pussy. Soon enough your tongue escapes to taste the wetness there, but you refuse to give me what I desire. My hips move uselessly as your hands hold me to the bed.
You continue the torture until I think your tongue will never touch my sensitive clit. I am desperate, needy, speaking in incoherent moans and sighs. And then I feel it, your tongue grows, pushing between my labia. You take a long lick beginning as close to the bed as you can reach and ending above my clit, your nose buried in the scent of me. That one taste ends the teasing. We are wanton now. You fingers enter me, one, two, I lose count as you find my g spot and begin to stroke it.
The warmth spreads from the inside out and your lips assault my clit, kissing, sucking, and nibbling. The foreplay has already brought me so close to orgasm. My cunt sensitive from our previous play. You flick that spot to the right side of my clit, strumming, starting the sequence that will lead to my release. Your hand is fucking me, fingers petting my g spot and pinky gently stroking my asshole.
My hands find your hair and I grind myself against your face causing you to hold your breath. For a moment we are both silent as my muscles tense and I begin to come. Sounds escape my throat as you find space to breath, never interrupting the motions that sent me over the edge. You slow as I behind to come down, but your hand turns, encouraging my muscles to grip you tighter, an often uncontrollable spasm that can cause me to come again. I do, the pain of my sensitivity creating an even larger release.
When it is over, your hand retreats and you rest a moment, cheek on my tummy. We catch our breath and you climb atop my body looking to kiss me. Your hard nipples graze my chest sending shivers down my body. I breath the scent of my sex on your face as we kiss. The taste is sweet, a perfect mix of soft sex and soft lips. Our eyes meet and and you finally speak, a wicked gleam in your eye.
"I think it's time you return the favor."
I grab your face and pull you to me, my right leg bending at the knee to find the wetness of your pussy pressed upon it. You grind yourself into my leg as I turn to see Daniel, cock in hand, nodding in approval.