josephene

Again...disclaimer...the following is well, a little dirty...

I tip-toed into the dimly lit room as to not disturb her sleep. She looked small in the big bed and under the fluffy blankets. Her hair fanned out on the pillow left no question to her identity. Those long black curls left no mistake to the strong Italian woman in the delicate little body. Now she soundly slept in the comfort and solitude of the day.

I slipped off my shoes, and slid my shirt over my head, dropping it on the floor. Wiggling out of of my pants, I left them with my shirt and made my way over to the bed. Pulling back the covers enough to crawl inside, I noticed right away that the sweet smell of peach lotion was the only thing she had put on after her shower earlier that day.

I slid under the covers and she began to stir on the other side of the bed. Sweet whispers to her to let her know it was just me. "Come closer..." she whispered back, and I did.

She was facing the opposite direction and I slipped my hand around her waist and pulled her warm body against mine. Her skin was almost hot to touch, there was so much of it touching mine, my sensors began to come to life.

My face was buried in her curly locks that smelled like oatmeal and honey, and my fingers were dancing across her stomach. She didn't lay dormant for long before I felt her wiggle closer to me, molding her body comfortably against mine. She fit so perfectly against me, as if she was designed to do so.

The familiar noises coming from my touch began to break the silence. I slipped my fingers up to her breasts, then down again, carefully grazing the spots that I'm now familiar with. Her nipples were hard, as my fingers barely touched them on their way around her breasts. The gentleness was overtaken by more assertive moves, and her body began to respond by pushing harder against mine. I pushed back against her and covered her breast with my hand, slipping her nipple through my fingers, pinching it gently as it slid through. Her body tensed against my attention, and I continued to push and pull at her until I felt her hand guide mine down her chest, and over her stomach.

She let my hand go and slipped it behind her to hold my hips against hers. My leg slid between hers and my hand slid further down to touch her. Soft and silky, her body was responding to my touch. Gently, I touched her. My fingers searching her as my eyes would. Her body was fletching with anticipation, and I let her wait. Resisting my own urges, I let my fingers dance against her as a feather on a windy day. Her impatience tried to turn her over, however, I slipped my other arm around her to hold her in place. Her body movements turned to sweet whispers of desperation. "shhhh..." I whispered back to her...

When I finally couldn't take it anymore, I needed to feel more of her, I slid my fingers into the folds of her wet flesh and she exploded against me. One touch sent her off the edge...and she pushed her hips against mine, and pressed her legs against mine and her hand went to cover mine, covering her.

When her body began to come down, I began to move my fingers against her again, and she turned over to meet me, face to face. Her kisses tasted as sweet as I remembered, and her hands knew all the right places to go to return the favor.