I’m used to waking up to hands on my hips, pulling me to him, his cock stiff and twitching with need. But today he was in a different mood.
I wasn’t ready to open my eyes or move. Lying on my back, one side of my body pressed against John Brownstone, his warmth seeped into my bones.
Fingertips caressed my mons, freshly waxed and soft. His skin against mine always feels good. He took his time, with gentle strokes, coaxing my body into full awareness. This was his adagio.
My knees opened. Warm skin met cool air. I shivered slightly, but the chill was quickly replaced by hot, seeking fingers. Still moving slowly, exploring depths unknown.
Like a musician, he plucked and strummed. Like an instrument, I sang the music of his making. Small gasps, then whimpers. My back arched as my mouth fell open. I squeezed my eyes shut against the looming crescendo.
There was no time to ask permission, to beg. The first climax swelled from deep within. He increased the tempo, moving faster, pushing harder.
This was his concerto. He read my body like sheet music, moving his fingers faster and slower, keeping me on a razor’s edge of pleasure…
Until I pulled away, my body contorting with pulsing pleasure that ran through my veins. I curled into myself on one wave of pleasure, and stretched out to my full length on the next, rumbling orgasmic waves taking over.
A thick finger sunk into my soaked cunt, wetter than usual.
The familiar sensation of hands on my hips, pulling me into him, I knew it was his turn to make music, but I was still his chosen instrument. This was his encore.
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What beautiful music we make together.
We certainly do. 🙂
Thank you. 🙂
Very clever – a great idea and extremely hot!
Enticing, erotic, and beautiful. My heartbeat swelled with each new part and I could imagine the fingers of a lover on my skin.
Oh good, that’s what I was going for. 🙂
Ah, yes! I love being woken this way.
You have such a lovely, sexy way with words. This is a beautiful description and such an apt metaphor.
Thanks. It’s an amazing way to wake up. The day seems brighter from the very beginning. 🙂
This is so beautiful! I absolutely love the last paragraph!
This is wonderfully written!
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