You know who you are

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The blanket is warm, an envelope of goose down and cloth. I can hear the soft hiss of the summer wind, wafting through the open window, pushing the drawn shades inward. Your eyes are closed. You look so serene.

I feel the soft curve of your lowest rib. It slides against my forearm with every breath. In-my right arm feels the stroke as your sweatsoaked chest heaves—and out—my hand, resting on your breast, rides your exhalation back down. It’s so calming. Your back against my chest.

I am curled, with you curled inside. Concentric. Your legs are curled against your abdomen. Your feet stroke my knees, idly. I don’t think you even know you’re doing it.

I breathe in, smelling your strawberry shampoo. I kiss your ear. I nibble lightly. My chin rubs the side of your neck, gently. Your back arches with a yawn, your ass pressing into me. I don’t think it even woke you. I feel the two soft lobes, and it draws me back to how we got here. My breath quickens. I fill between your two soft cheeks. I feel the crease between them, along my underside. Sweat soaks us both, but the slick sensation of the pressure there is something else entirely.

I kiss your ear again.

I want to be inside you again.

I can wait for morning.

 

[fifi]

I awoke an early summer morning as you began to kiss and touch me in long time.

I removed my underwear, and I felt like I was about to cum on the bed automatically.