How You Make Me Feel

I'm only half awake, I feel you stirring next to me, moving the covers, your warmth close to my side. 

You roll towards me and your hand slides on to my stomach, slightly cooler that my own warm skin. Your breath is soft against my skin as you move your head to rest on my chest. My arm is around you, my hand on the small of your back, finding you as naked as me. I open my palm against your soft warm skin and you moan, almost a purr of pleasure. 

Your hand moves on my stomach, fingers circling lightly, disturbing my hair and dipping into my belly button. This sensual tickling is so good, heightening my senses and I feel myself stirring.

Your hand is moving on me still, my stomach, my chest, rubbing gently across my small hard nipples with the flat of your palm, caressing the side of my neck and along my flank. 

My nerve endings are tingling and I hold my breath in anticipation as your fingertips trace the top of my hip bone. You tease me, touching my thigh, outside first, then to the soft sensitive skin of my inner thigh. Your teasing increases, fingers barely touching as you trace small circles on my soft skin, closing to where I'm willing you to go, but then away again, keeping me in suspense. I am so hard it's almost painful, throbbing in time with my increased heartbeat.

I stretch my arm to reach the rise of your bum cheeks and the valley between. I am greedy for you, to cup you in my hand, squeeze and knead, but I wait. In my mind, I am begging you to touch me, but to rush you to that point would be sacrilege, so I wait, almost holding my breath. There is no conversation, no word between us, just this connection of warm skin, and of breath.  And I could not love you more.

I move my legs just a little to allow you the room I want you to use, and your hand is free to move a little more, ever higher on each small turn. 

The tips of your fingers brush very lightly against the underside of my balls, causing my cock to twitch. I moan with the tickling pleasure of your touch and hear you chuckle under your breath.

Your nails trace the lightest scratch, back from my balls and make a light circle of that most intimate area.   I hold my breath in dreadful sweet anticipation until you retrace your nail's path and I breathe again.

You take my balls between your thumb and fingers, rolling them gently, my cock twitching now, almost jumping in a dry practice run. Your fingers circle my cock at the very root, palm still covering my balls. I shudder and let out a sigh, my cock is tingling, my foreskin is back and I feel every nerve ending of the exposed head firing. The feeling is like a gentle warmth all through my shaft, from the top down into my balls, not intense yet, like slow honey. 

You squeeze me at my base, causing the head to throb, but damping down the tingling briefly. Then you start to move, bringing your tight fist up my shaft, pushing my foreskin over the rim of my helmet, then back down. You stroke me, up and down, slowly, sensually with an almost lazy effortless rhythm.

My hand is tracing its own circles too, your back, your hips, cupping just the top half of your soft smooth buttocks, reaching across your warm belly and up to the side of your breast. I run my hand across the top of your shoulder and the top of your arm, feeling your muscles flexing under your skin as you pump my hard shaft.

I put my hand on your head, entwining my fingers in your hair and tracing the outer shape of your ear. 

My hand on the back of your head, I apply the very slightest pressure, not pushing, but encouraging, asking for more. I relax my hand against your neck, still wrapped in your hair, not wanting to push you, knowing you won't do what you don't want to do, but I feel you move.  The touch of your lips, a soft kiss on my chest, then a little further down, my stomach, my belly button. Your hand has stopped, but you continue to squeeze me, the pressure heightening the throbbing of my cock and I feel your tongue touch me, sliding over the silky head off my cock.

I was breathing so heavily with the anticipation, I almost came then, having to use all my will and clenching my pelvic floor to force it back. I make myself relax, but not too much, you have me now.  I am at your total mercy, and need to be on my guard. The tingling steps up a gear as soon as I feel your mouth open around me, your lips taking me, your tongue sliding over me. The soft hot pressure of your mouth engulfs me as you suck me in, your lips making a perfect seal under the ridge, your tongue lighting my nerve endings.

You raise your head and make eye contact with me, and I get a perfect view as my cock disappears, your lips sliding down my shaft. You almost reach your fingers at my base with that open kiss, before lifting up again, my cock glistening with your saliva. 

You fuck me slowly with your mouth as I hold the back of your head, slowly up and down, getting a little deeper each time until you take me to the back of your throat. Your lips pressed to the very base of my shaft, then releasing me again. I am in ecstasy, the tingling warmth is building in me, moving from my cock and deep into my core. A furry ball in my stomach, my heart beat increasing again, and that unmistakable tickling pressure from my cock to my prostate. I am so very close to the tip of my pleasure again, trying to keep control. 

"Stop, or I'll cum!" You stop instantly and let me drop from your mouth, leaving me dry-pulsing on my belly, edging back from the very brink.

You look up at me smiling, and we kiss. Your mouth is hot and I can almost taste myself on your soft lips.

Still kissing, you move over me, kneeling over me, and I reach down to run my hands over you, your legs, your waist, back to cup your bum properly, kneading your flesh, touching every part of you I can reach, feeling you soft beautiful female form.

You sit up on me, the moistness of you covering my hardness. You move your hips forward and I feel you slide over me, your wet silky skin moving against my prone shaft. You lift yourself and reaching down you grab my cock again, raising me up.  You press me against you, collecting your sweet slick nectar as lubricant. 

As you lowering yourself onto me, I feel the slightest resistance before you open up for me like a flower. I feel the walls of your hot pussy gripping me now, doing what your mouth did before, the friction over my sensitive ridge, almost instantly causing me to throb inside you. You are now fully against me, your bum on my thighs and I can feel your juice trickling from you, running onto my balls. You press harder against me, your pussy gripping me as you begin to rock back and forth, building your speed as you rub yourself on me. 

Faster you go, and I'm tipping over the edge, my tingling flowing heat can't be stopped now. I can feel the heat building within me, that force coming from deep inside me, and I'm cumming. The first pulse deep inside you, then another.  Each pulse making my whole body tense and release, tense and release like an electric current.

My whole body is screaming with the pleasure pain of my orgasm.  I need to stop, I need to let it go, but you have control here, you are falling over your own edge, grinding on me, crying out as you look directly at me, your face creased in concentrated ecstasy. You're cumming, riding your waves of pleasure, making it last as long as you can stand it.  

Gradually your rocking slows, until your hips turn in small gentle circles, keeping me in you, all urgency gone.  Eventually stopping altogether, you lean forward and cuddle against me, your hot breath on my neck.

I love you baby.