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At Dawn
jennifer
Jenn_reber@hotmail.com
It was nearing dawn. The sunlight was beginning to creep across the
sky, blazing it with pink and orange.
He looked over at her in the tangle of bed sheets. She was beautiful.
One arm stretched over her head, her face turned to the side. Her dark
tangle of hair lay across the pillow, her mouth parted slightly. The top
of the sheet pulled over her breasts and the bottom revealing her smooth
legs.
Lightly he brushed his fingertips over her shoulder; she moved a
little, her leg brushing against his. He smiled and pressed his mouth to
her neck.
A small sigh escaped her, and she turned her face toward his. He
inched the sheet down moving his mouth to the exposed flesh.
She giggled.
"You faker," he accused, continuing to nibble along her breast.
"I wasn't faking anything, you never asked me if I was awake." She
ran her fingers through his hair, occasionally smoothing one fingertip over
the top of his ear down to the fleshy part of his lobe.
"A mere technicality." He heard her moan slightly as her took her
mouth.
She closed her eyes enjoying his weight pressed against her, almost on
top of her. His arms were around her, his hands stroking her cheek and her
upper thigh. She felt his erection pressing against her. She shifted
slightly so it was touching her slit.
He moaned and rolled so she was on top of him. Her breasts flattened
against his chest. He pushed her legs apart with one of his, his cock
brushing against her moist pussy. She moved back slightly, so it touched
her clit. She was going to sit up so she could slide his cock into her.
"You're impatient this morning." He grabbed her wrists above his
head, pulling her down onto his chest again.
She wasn't deterred, she pressed kisses onto the base of his throat
and chest. She brushed his chin with her tongue, not quite able to reach
his mouth, unless he were to lower his chin to his chest. She ground her
hips against his.
"Not yet," he pinched her lightly.
"Oww, that wasn't very nice." Her whisper sounded more like a purr
than a protest.
He laughed from deep inside, she could feel it rumbling from his
chest.
"Poor baby," he moved his thumb over the slight red mark he'd left.
"Hush now," she batted his thumb away. "You're usually not this slow
in the morning."
"You're usually not this impatient," he replaced his hand firmly on
her hip.
"Only because I want you to fuck me." She resumed kissing him where
she could reach.
"Say that again," he demanded huskily.
"Only because I want you to fuck me," she whispered her need below his
ear.
With a swift sudden motion she found herself on her back. He had her
hips cradled in his hands, her legs spread open resting on his shoulders.
Her hands were free, but he still bound her to him. He kneeled moving her
hips closer to her face, her knees were around his shoulders now.
She felt his tongue slide around her inner thigh. She closed her
eyes, imagining where he would go next. Next he would push her back down
again, to bite that sensitive spot behind her knee. That always made her
nipples tighten, whether in anticipation or just because it gave her tiny
shivers she couldn't tell. But she liked it.
His tongue dove into the tightness of her pussy, up and down. He took
his teeth and moved over her clit. She moaned. He took her hands and put
them on her breasts, guiding her to squeeze them.
She was drowning. He was pulling her under a wave of need and desire
and her own wantonness. She could feel herself about to come.
"Now," she hadn't realized she'd spoken aloud. Her plea was a broken
cry of need.
He continued his beautiful torture, sliding his tongue in and out of
her, over her pouty lips and clit, sucking on her clit while he pushed his
finger into her. Her hips bucked rhythmically against his hand and face.
Just watching her was making him harder. He could feel his groin
tightening, a sure sign.
"Now," she said again. "Please... now... I need you inside of me."
She was begging. He always reduced her to begging.
Easily he lifted her into a sitting position, facing him. His cock
pointedlike the arrow on the compass, straight to her, always straight to
her.
She scooted closer into the V of his legs. He helped her onto the top
of thighs, she guided his cock into her, wrapping her legs around his back.
His mouth found hers. He took it as his own, their tongues brushing
and mingling, sliding against each other.
Her hips rocked back and forth with his.
He took possession of her soul with his gentle but demanding kiss. He
felt her stiffen before her tight pussy started spasming and squeezing his
cock. Tiny tremors racked her body, he could feel it in his own.
The pressure from her intense orgasm gave way to his own.
She could feel his warm come shooting into her. Instinctively she
squeezed her legs tighter around him, bringing him closer. There was more
coming. She felt it run down to her inner thighs. She felt one last burst
from him, before he was still beneath her.
His mouth was pressed into her shoulder as he slowly caught his
breath.
She laid her head against his hair, stroking his shoulder.
His eyes were heavy, he wanted to lie down with her in his arms and
sleep again. As if she'd sensed what he wanted, she slowly slid off of him
and pressed a gentle kiss to his mouth. He lay down and she crawled into
his arms, pulling the sheet back over them.
Her steady breathing was the last thing he heard before he drifted
into his own slumber.
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At Dawn
jennifer
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