I lie against you and hold the length of your body next to me, and I find myself rolling my hips against your thigh, parting my legs so I can rub my panties against you, and my clit, right through the fabric.
I've been trying to pretend that I'm still sleeping, that I'm not doing any of this delberately, but I can't maintain that fiction any longer. I start grinding against you in earnest and I pull your head to me in a deep kiss. I begin teasing your bare breasts as I rub myself against your thigh.
I pull myself away all at once, and strip off all my clothes -- which in this case is nothing more than my pink and white Hello Kitty panties. I crawl up to the head of the bed and kneel, facing the headboard, with one knee on each side of your pretty face. I look down into your eyes and see that you are now fully awake, so I lower myself to you.
I feel your warm breath first, then your lips, then your sweet slippery wet tongue poking out and parting me. I begin rolling my hips again as if you were fucking me with your tongue. I push down against your face, feeling your lips mashed against the lips of my pussy as your tongue laps against me, pushes into me, and finds my clit. I'm so turned on I know that I am going to cum soon. But this isn't what I want.
I raise myself slightly. Now you are not touching me but my pussy is just inches from your face. I reach down and begin rubbing my clit with my fingers, showing you how I like to be touched, showing you how I need to touch myself because of how much you have turned me on.
You feel the heat of my body. The scent of my sex perfumes the air.
I roll my hips forward, shift slightly, and ease myself back down again. Your nose is almost poking into my pussy now, and if you open your mouth, if you dart out your tongue, you'll find my puckered asshole, tight and ready for you.
I want to rub myself, to grind my pussy against your face, to feel your saliva mix with my own juices as you probe, lick, love me, as you find my clit again, as you poke a finger into me and I clench against it as I cum hard, so hard, on your tongue.
And now it's time to turn the tables, to see you writhe in the kind of pleasure you just gave me.
I kneel on the floor and pull you gently until you're still reclining, your pretty butt on the edge of the bed.
I place one of your pretty feet on my left shoulder and one on my right, then lean forward. Your knees bend and fall open, revealing my prize. I trace a long, low, feather-light trail up the seam between your thighs, barely touching you as I inhale your musk. Another long lick, barely touching, and you squirm a bit, rolling your hips upward in pursuit of direct contact. I back away - your knees straighten slightly - and smile as you stop squirming. I am training you to keep still, to move only when you have my permission.
I repeat the long, slow lick and I see your pussy lips swelling, parting under my tongue. It reminds me of a video I once saw, a time-lapse record of petals opening as a flower bloomed. I make a point of my slippery wet tongue and slide it between your engorged lips, sliding it from side to side as I retrace my route. I flick my tongue against your clit when I reach the top.
You moan then, and spread your thighs wider, presenting yourself to me, making your neediness known. I pull away once more, for just a moment, just long enough to remind you that I am the performer tonight and you are the instrument.
I broaden my tongue, making it wide and soft and slippery-wet, and slide it between your lips, letting my saliva merge with your wetness to make a slick wet swollen mess of you. I shift my tongue to your clit then, and let a gentle fingertip replace my tongue at your labia, teasing and parting them, spreading wetness.
Your clit peeks out shyly at this point, swelling under my tongue's attention as I find the rhythm you need. I push my finger into you, hard, and hear you gasp. I add a second finger and slide them in and out, fucking you slowly as I continue lapping at your clit.
Your hips begin rolling and thrusting again as your orgasm nears, and I don't stop you this time. Your movements and quiet moans tell me we are close. You chant "yes, yes, yes" in a whisper as I lick harder, monitoring your reaction to maintain the perfect speed that lets you build toward release.
I push my fingers in deeper now, curling them to push the tips against your G-spot, then parting them in a V as I pull partway out, stretching you deliciously. I twirl my wrist and then plunge my fingers deep within you, fucking you fast and hard as I lick furiously at your slippery wet clit.
You cry out then. Your muscles tense and for a moment you are completely still. I feel the walls of your pussy clench and squeeze my fingers deep within you. And then you are bucking, thrusting, rolling your hips in fast gyrations, up and down, letting yourself go and taking my fingers deep and hard and fast as your orgasm rolls on and on.
The orgasm lasts a long time. I keep licking you until it's done. You reach down then and push my face away, wrenching your hips away from my face, too sensitive now to touch. I sit on my heels, watching as you catch your breath.
Finally I break the silence. "Ready for your coffee, sweet girl?"
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