Awakenings

My eyes were closed, halfway on their way to blissful slumber, my mind drifting. From behind, they approached. My husband’s inquisitive fingers, ever so slowly, began to test their way up the backs of my prickling calves. They stopped behind my sensitive knees, as if to ask, “Are you sleeping, my love?” I let out a very soft “Mmmmm.”




There they circled, again and again, imploring me to awaken, their gentle contact making my long legs softly tingle. His feather-light caress continued upwards, stroking my thighs up and down. I could feel the beginnings of wetness in my tender folds, nodding their approval of his intentions.




As his fingers traveled over to the smooth insides of my upper thighs, my body gave a slight tremor, letting him know I was beginning to awaken in more ways than one. He ran his fingers under the narrow crease of my receptive ass. I could feel both his hands squeezing my firm cheeks, pulling them gently apart, stroking their surface, tempting me. One slid down, electrifying the inside of my crack, making me jump. I could imagine the smile creeping upon his sexy lips, realizing how he had now peaked my interest.




A finger probed lower, sampling my excitement. I licked my lips. My now-tense body was becoming aroused by his gentle finger-play. His finger remained there, but a moment, the sound of a satisfied tasting soon played upon his lips behind me.




Warm hands began to massage my back. My shoulders and neck became targets for the soft, wet kisses from his eager mouth. Fingertips were once again exploring, finding the sides of my full breasts as his mouth continued its nibbling and kissing, making me shiver.




A hand reached around to glide over my collarbone, pulling my shoulder around, encouraging me to turn onto my back. I slowly stretched my arms overhead as I turned. “Hi, there, handsome,” came my words, with a yawn and a sly smile. He planted a tender kiss on my mouth saying, “Glad you’re still awake.” I was glad too.




Taking my beckoning breasts in each hand, he glided the back of his fingernails over my stiffening nipples. I arched my back as his fingers grazed the tips once more, allowing a gasp to escape from my throat. He continued to squeeze and rub them, knowing how sensitive they were to his touch. His tongue paid a visit to each, in turn, making me throb down below as he sucked them. Swirling his tongue as he played, he knew he was driving me insane with pleasure. I could feel my clit swell and strain against the anxious, moist flesh which awaited his entrance.




Tender kisses wove their way across my belly and over to my hips, making me squirm and giggle. He kissed by bare mound, anointing my quivering bud with his wet mouth. Sucking in, he made me groan with anticipation. But I knew he would make me wait, enjoying my frustration. As his tongue dipped in to take its own luscious sample of my juices, I could feel his finger glide through my moist lips, slowly stroking over my hood and down. Over and over, up and down, his torment of my soaking womanhood was almost too much to bear. I could feel the climbing sensation overtake me. It welled up inside me, higher, higher. Leveling off a bit. Building some more. Then his thumb pressed down hard as his tongue invaded my swollen, pulsing entrance.

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