They lay on the bed, arms and legs tangled in sleep. He stirred next to her, shifting his position ever so slightly. Outside the crickets chirped as the moonlight shone brightly into the room, illuminating their naked bodies.
He shifted again, this time sighing deeply. She placed the tips of her fingers to his chest, letting them ride the steady rise and fall, feeling the tuned rythmn of his heartbeat.
Staring at him as he slept, the memory of their love-making the night before came washing over her, setting off a thousand tingling sensations that run up and down her spine.
She was waiting for him, wearing his favorite crotchless black teddy. She lay back on the couch, listening for his key in the door. One leg propped up on the arm of the sofa.
She heard the scraping of his boots as he came up the sidewalk, the key in the door. She readied herself for him.
As he opened the door her perfume wafted over him in flowery waves. Letting his eyes adjust to the dark, he came further into the room, his eyes hungrily searching for her.
She watched him from the sofa. Even now the very sight of him could take her breath away. She cleared her throat, and instantly his eyes were upon her.
In two strides he was beside her on the couch. He lifted his finger to her face, letting it trace along her cheek, along her chin, and down to her throat. His fingers continued their trek, stopping to gently massage her already erect nipple. Her sharp intake of breath let him know what he was doing was right. He ran his fingers between her breasts, following the pattern of the teddy. He stopped above her belly button, tracing lazy circles around it while his eyes held hers.
She couldn't breathe- his touch was electric, setting her on fire with desire.
His fingers continued their downward trek, stopping just above her special place. He bent his lips to her thigh, kissing her gently. She moaned in anticipation. Moving her legs apart to acommodate his roaming hands.
He reached down and unsnapped the teddy then gently tracing the outline of her mound with one finger. He gently spread her apart, exposing her now swollen clit to his calloused fingers. He ran his thumb over her clit, making her jump with the sensation. He repeated the movement, noticing her moans increasing. He felt how wet she was and dipped his finger inside her pussy. He put the finger to his mouth, tasting her. She was writhing with pleasure now- knowing what was coming next.
He slipped his finger back inside her pussy, and this time his tongue went where his thumb had been. He moved slowly and surely. He knew what she liked. As he licked her, he rotated his finger inside her, feeling her pussy clenching around it.
He flicked his tongue over her clit, stopping to nibble at it with his teeth while his finger continued its dance inside her.
Her moans were stronger now, she was arching her back to allow him deeper access.
He slid another finger inside her, and felt the stirrings of her orgasm deep in her pussy. He licked her faster, sucking her clit while he slid a second finger into her pussy.
She was riding his hand, bucking around on the couch, the breathy sounds of his name now becoming louder and more insistent.
He sucked harder on her clit, bringing her to the edge. He replaced his fingers with his tongue and reveled in her cumming all over it.
She screamed his name as each wave of her orgasm overtook her, her pussy clenching tightly around his tongue, bringing her pussy up to meet his face.
As she quieted, he put his fingers back inside her one last time. This time he brought his finger to her lips- letting her taste herself. He then kissed her deeply, helping her up off the couch and into their bedroom, awash with moonlight.
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