I awoke from my deep sleep with him next to me in the large bed, his body warmth radiating around me in comfort. He watched me with curious stormy grey eyes, drinking me in in the dim dawn light. “Good morning, love,” he muttered, voice thick and raspy. He brushed my cheek with his thumb lovingly, admiring the messy bed-head and weary look on my face.
“Good morning,” I replied, rubbing my face sleepily, trying to wake up fully while undergoing his sweet gaze.
He smiled thoughtfully and pulled me into him, my nearly naked body pressed against his hot skin. “How did you sleep?” His voice was indulgent, enjoying the feel of my admittedly luscious frame.
“I slept okay,” I told him, my eyes shut, still groggy. “More erotic dreams, as per usual,” I voiced, indifferent, wrapping my legs with his. A small sigh of content left me, every inch of touch a warm rush of bliss.
He brushed his lips over my neck, whispering in my ear, “Perhaps you’d like to recreate them?” A finger started to delicately trace designs on my lean stomach, his touch delicious to feel.
I pulled back to look at him, brows raised in surprise. “You’re awfully frisky this morning.” His eyes glinted with trouble, as if he had something planned in his head he wasn’t letting on, and he reburied his face into the crook of neck and shoulder.
He hummed, nuzzling my neck as I tried not to moan. “My sexy little minx deserves a little TLC, don’t you think?” he asked with a playful ring to his tone.
I swallowed and my body went rigid with anticipation. “Does she?” I retorted, heart beating wildly, a blush creeping its way up my cheeks.
He chuckled huskily into my skin. “Yes she does,” he uttered, lust dripping from his tenor.
“What for?”
He just smirked and entangled his fingers into my hair, gently bringing his lips to mine, brushing my skin from under the blankets with his hands. “Can’t I just spoil my love for a moment?” he asked innocently.
I blinked up at him with wide eyes. “Uh…”
He shushed me softly. “Just enjoy it, love.”
I would’ve replied, but his lips overtook mine again, kissing fondly, as if he couldn’t get enough, savoring each meeting of the lips, each flick of the tongue. One hand ran up my leg, up and down in a teasing manor as the other fondled my breasts, his feathery touch making me ache with yearning for what he offered me so willingly.
“Are you enjoying it, pet?” he murmured, continuing to run his hand up and down my leg, his light touch torturing.
“Mhmm…” I hummed, the sound strained and losing its control.
“That’s what I like to hear.” He flipped us so he was on top of me, pinning me down to the bed with authority. “However, there are a couple of other things I’d like to hear as well,” he said suggestively, bringing his lips to mine, and then travelling down my neck and bare shoulders. He gingerly trailed the tip of his tongue over my flesh, goose bumps rising promptly after, a shudder and a moan almost evading me. “Don’t hold back, sweetheart. You know how much I love to hear you moan.”
The struggle in my eyes drove him to push further, bottom lip captured in my teeth to hold back delirious sounds of vehemence. He sent his tongue over my oh-so-sensitive nipples, a moan finally piercing his ears, to which he smiled devilishly. “Mm… I’ve been waiting to hear that. Shouldn’t be too hard to get more out of you now, yes?”
I whimpered to answer his question, loving the sweet agony all too much. He smirked, sending his tongue again over my delicate crests, swirling around like an ice cream cone, guiding my body into sensual spasms of ecstasy. My moans only increased as he doubled this with cupping the other breast and teasing it playfully, torturously. Tormenting tongue…frisky fingers…hungry hands…all three salacious acts working together to cause my body to jerk and pulse with passion. Gasping moans fled past my lips, despite desperate attempts to keep them in, and he unrelentingly satisfied me so.
“Why don’t we kick this up a notch, love?” he asked, as if I was going to answer in my panting, seduced state. I inhaled sharply as a finger found my core, rubbing it through the cloth teasingly. His lips still suckled at my breasts, my cries of pleasure sending my eyes rolling back and my muscles quivering. “Oh my. My lover is very excited. And I’m not even finished.”
“Good god…” I slurred, his hand at my aching, wet midpoint. He moved the fabric to the side for a moment, bare skin against the ripe, pink lips he so desired.
“My, my. You are far more excited than I anticipated.”
I arched into him as he skimmed my lush body with his hands skillfully, eyes glazed with lust. My cheeks flushed red, lips parted slightly with raged breath, urging him on with my gaze. He quirked his brow in expectancy, waiting for even more provocation to wash over me. I groaned lasciviously, overcome by the immense inclination my body was being succumbed to. “Ah!” I lipped, unable to control any noises that fell from my mouth, bathed in arousal. I murmured his name under my breath, reaching my peak fast and overpoweringly.
“Shh, pet,” he soothed. “I’m not done yet, remember?”
After removing the flimsy, lacy white material, he inserted a stimulating finger to test my limits and I nearly lost it from the combination of all of the erotic deeds I was being submitted to at once. His mouth still working magic at my chest, hand in between my hips, other hand tickling the dimple in my back with tracing patterns… It was all going to push me over the edge.
He could tell it was coming, and he pulled his finger back. “No, no. Not yet.”
His head lowered and I prepared myself for what I know would come from that mischievous look in his eye. He parted my legs that much more, his tongue slithering out again to taste the damp lips others were forbidden to see. He expertly relished in my absence of control, tasting and seeking my teeming zone of predilection. Another erogenous moan slipped and my knees began to buckle with the expectancy of my moment. Once more, he pulled back, licking his lips seductively and I was left bothered, still unable to reach the crown of elation thus far.
As if he knew, “Patience, love. You’ve waited this long…”
His member entered me and I threw my head back with desire, withering away to euphoria and sensuality, a loud cry penetrating through the air. The feeling of his body enveloping me all over was so sweet and savory…I couldn’t bear to part a single inch of touch. I took my opportunity to tease him, both of us reaching the moment quick and hard. When it finally hit me, every millimeter of skin tingled pleasantly, muscles throbbing…clenching and unclenching in the intense passion that racked through every part of me. He came to it, too, a guttural sigh as his final sound of climax, hips bucking from exultation. The force of it left us winded, both of us trying to regain our breaths under the silky blue sheets.
His hand reached out and brushed the hair away from my face affectionately. “I love you, dear,” he mumbled.
I blew out a puff of air and laughed, the delight of him vibrant as the sunlight streamed through the curtains across the room. “I love you, too.”
He brought me into his chest and held me there, my figure eagerly melting into him. “How does a steaming cup of Chai Tea sound?”
“It sounds wonderful. Like you.”
