She sleeps, her back luminous in the moonlight as my
touch slowly alternates between a barely (almost tickling)
touch, then scratching, and then rubbing her back deeply. I
kiss her neck and shoulders gently as my hand descends the
back of her thighs. A parade of kisses dance the path of
her spine, finally converging on the small depression at the
small of her back just as my hand traces the back of her
knees. My hand begins it's trek north as I am treated to
the sound of an ever increasing moan from her lips. As her
hips begin to roll and pitch she, at last, can stand no more
and turns over to face me. The new dawn traces the outlines
of her features as I explore the shadows that surround them.
Her eyes open to greet not the light, but the sensuality
that brought her to waking and pulls my lips to hers. A
touch, a kiss no longer adequate for the wakening hunger
within her, she embraces me, pulls me closer, and surrenders
to the moment.
Location
Kansas City