I stir in my sleep, thinking I felt something touch my leg.
I brush it off with the lingering effect of a dream, but when it happens again, I take
notice.
I'm not dreaming, and you are kissing your way up my thigh.
I murmur a sleepy, mmm, good morning, your way, and you smile at me, saying nothing,
continuing your gentle kisses, getting closer and closer to my black lace panties.
Your tongue traces the fabric, and I hear you inhaling my scent and moaning.
I move to take them off, but you shake your head, and grab them between your teeth and
pull downwards, sliding them off my hips and down my legs.
I let out a slow giggle.
You come back at my body, between my legs, and I feel your lips against my inner thighs.
I moan, screaming a little.
Your strong hand grabs my hips and holds me still.
I open myself to you, and your lips find my clit, sucking gently, kissing, tasting.
Your tongue flicks out, and I gasp.
You expertly play with my clit, tickling and teasing until I think I can't take anymore.
As you move your mouth away, I let out a disappointed aww.
You gaze up at me, with lust-filled eyes, and reward me with another dazzling smile.
Once more, you bury your face in my wetness.
This time, your tongue enters me, and you have me squirming again.
You pin me down and use nothing but your tongue to bring me closer and closer towards a mind-shattering
orgasm.
My thighs clench round your head as I cry out, finding such sweet release.
You kiss your way up my stomach to my lips, and I can taste myself on your mouth.
Good morning, baby, you say.
