Sleep still invades my person. Barely opening my eyes, I can immediately feel her presence. At first, I move my body into her and right away her heat surrounds me. I grind my hips closer to hers, my back to her front. Her body curls around mine. She has on PJ bottoms and a tee and I wear the top. The more movement of my hips the closer she pulls me towards her. She is stirring, moaning but still sleep. I purposely continue to rub my bottom up and down and then around against her front. Even in her slumber I can tell that she is aroused.
I slide away from her and she sighs as if the loss of my heat has caused her stress. I am on the side of her now. She turns on her back, her eyes still closed. I know that she is no longer sleeping even though she doesn’t open her eyes; her breathing is a little irregular as I kiss her lips softly. She still doesn’t respond, so I run my tongue across her neck, slowly allowing my tongue to caresses the curve of her nape. Now her head tosses. I then run my tongue along her hairline and her moans are soft and warm. Her eyes flutter open and she tries to say something to me however I won’t allow it. Instead I capture her lips with mine, toying with her tongue.
I use the palm of my hand and then my fingertips, sliding and gliding them from her hip along the outside of her frame. I do this under her tee allowing the warmth of my palms to bring her body to life. My breath quickens as her body reacts and then responds to the even rhythm of the sliding descent of my caresses, only to start the upward trail straight up her middle then down again. She arches toward me and I whisper in her ear, “Take it off.” She simply raises her body and with a smooth manoeuvre and a lift of her arms, the shirt is off.
I smile down at her and as my mouth puckers in order to possess her nipple. I feel her shiver. My tongue snakes around her breast, nibbling gently on her extended peak. I play with it between my teeth, and it rises further into my mouth. I lift up and my mouth travels straight across from one breast to the other. She cries out as I moisten the other allowing my lips to suckle her.
She gets impatient when, over and over, I sip loudly from her hardened pebbles. Her hips begin to rise as if in invitation for me to explore deeper. However, my tongue seems to have found a home. Her breathing is erratic. She says she wants me, says it with so much passion that I run my pussy over her PJ’d leg. Her cry is loud and she says she needs to feel my heat.
I am now over her and her PJ’s are in my way. I pull them down and this time when I rub my wetness across her leg she matches my move with the movement of her knee causing me to slide up and down, back and forth.
I straddle her. My hips are straight across her front. I slide back and forth, slowly moving to and fro. I lift my hips and squat low enough to graze her. Sliding back and forth, creating my own rhythm, I do this again and again. My head is slightly thrown back, my ass creates a friction trail and my pussy moistens hers. I use my hands as a brace on the center of her chest to rock back and forth. Now I can’t tell where her wetness begins or mine ends. Mine intermingles with hers, and hers with mine.
She puts her hands on the insides of my thighs and grinds her hips as I grind my pussy into her. Her moans cause me to moan and I can feel my treasure touch hers. Each time her kitty kisses my jewel, I cry out. She questions me; “How does that feel?” she asks as her hands now snake around my hips forcing me to glide faster. As I lay back slightly, opening my legs further, she uses the toy that always drives me crazy.
I am still atop her. My legs are wide across her lap. Her stare is heated as she watches me. I hear the buzz first and just the sound of it brings a throb to my pussy, then a cry to my lips as she runs it across my clit. My hips slide into her. My moans are louder and so is her voice as she demands that I come closer. Gentle movements of my kitty, sliding across her pussy while she holds the vibration directly on the tip of my lips and again and again. She keeps saying that I possess the softest place she ever felt. It is hers, she tells me, and heat is dripping from her voice. I am so wrapped up in her tone, in my motion, in the vibration that keeps causing the throb, then the pulse, and finally the red hot eruption that she cries out she can feel; “It’s running down my leg.” She growls this to me and I can feel the trickle too as she is still holding the toy firmly in place.
We grind our hips and she never moves the vibration from the tip of my pussy. I can’t think, I can only feel as she skillfully circles my pussy with first her finger and then the toy, and then her groan and she grunts. A wave of heat hits me and I can’t hold it anymore. I scream and so does she. That’s how we come, orgasmic-ly together, mine intermingling with hers.
