That hand moves up, stroking.
A tit.
Nice.
Been forever since I felt one of these…
Fuck, it’s a nice one too. Fits in the palm of my hand.
Groggy, my thumb brushes over the nipple—which is already a pebble—back and forth,back and forth…
Suddenly, a hand is in my hair, fingers slowly beginning to move in slow circles around my scalp as if massaging it. Fingernails lightly scratch the base of my neck.
I want to stretch like a cat and meow, it feels so fucking good.
My eyes still cannot open.
That hand migrates, slowly caressing the flesh of my shoulders while my hand cups the breast, and suddenly, I’m dreaming of that beach again, but this time, I’m naked, and she’s naked. Naked and hot, sweaty and horny.
A finger dipping into a belly button glistening with perspiration. A hand running down my spine, moving over the swell of my ass cheeks.
My dick is rock-hard,obviously, hips moving.
I haven’t had sex in…
In…
Fuck.
Does it matter?
I shift on the bed, rolling slightly to my back, bereft when a shock of cold air hits us between our bodies. Has me rolling forward more, hands grappling for the waist…hips…soft thighs…
Better than a dream.
Smells so good.
My nose presses against a rib cage, fingers still on my back, nails still trailing along my skin, my eyes unwilling to open, even to see the dawning of the day.
Too soon.
Too early.
Must be, I just fell asleep.
In the distance, I hear the television.
A soft moan is the other thing that greets my ears. Another one when she rolls to her side, taking my arm along with her, my dick now wedged between her thighs. Nose pressed into her back, the scent of her hardening me even more.
Those hips; that narrow waist…move.
Rotate in a way that has me groaning.
My arm is at her hip but slowly slides back under her shirt to seek that beautiful, full tit as if it were home.
I shift again so I’m spooning her, eyes still shut, operating on instinct and sleep and what’s behind my closed lids.I wonder what her tits look like…
She moans.