Tasting Her in the Night

What awakened me and led me to kiss her gently?

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Somehow I awakened, like a gentle massage finding its way into my psyche or a match striking a rough surface to produce a flame. I closed my eyes but when I did the fire caught and burned away the veil of modesty. As the flames danced, I leaned closer and kissed her sleeping form. Slightly. Gently with my lips barely touching her face.

Her breasts rose and fell, along with the sheets covering her body and I was struck by her shapeliness. Curves were gently rolling and the heat grew inside me until I could not help but kiss her one more time. A moan escaped from her as my lips lingered on her cheek. I pressed my mouth again and now the fire was engulfing my insides and the sensation of my cock awakening to its full arousal came to bear.

I did not want to disturb her but now the daily world with its heavy responsibilities was completely burned away and in its place images of her smile and softness with wispy strands of hair falling over her eyes rose in full view.

The fire gave way to a full-blown multi-media presentation in my mind of her, pulling up every memory of her slowly undressing, brushing her hair, trying on lingerie, dipping her toes in a swimming pool, lying in bed with the sheets barely covering her and this time the thoughts stormed through me and I kissed her again.

My lips moved against her cheek and a puff of air escaped her mouth and her hips shifted against my erection. More memories poured out until my hand had to join in the exploration of her body. My psyche was now in a hot pursuit of bliss.

I touched through the thin fabric of her nightgown and teased the nipples of her breasts while she inhaled and stirred. Ever so softly my finger circled and I lightly pinched to earn a sound that was music for me — a higher pitch, a lazy squeal in the middle of the night.

Her body was transforming in my thoughts from a cozy queen to an erotic woman and now total pornography as I pressed my cock against her hips. With a flourish, she tossed back the sheets and slipped her legs over the side of the bed.

“I have to pee,” she mumbled and stumbled to the bathroom.

This inflamed me more while I heard her. I tucked my thumb and fingers inside my cottony briefs and took them off, settling into the sheets in my own nakedness.