Your sleep was still even, though you seemed to be dreamily enjoying my touch.Your sleep was still even, though you seemed to be dreamily enjoying my touch. I wondered of whom you dreamt, then decided it didn't matter. I leaned forward, pressing the head of my erection against the folds of your entrance, and slowly moved back and forth. The warm creamy wetness spread over my glans, and your musky fragrance reached my brain, filling me with urgency, and yet I restrained my desires. My hand slid down your thigh, caressing lightly, and then back up to your soft rear, and then up your lower back. Again you moved, gently, as if you were dreaming of this. My own flesh was hard, rigid and eager to find its way inside you again, urging me to surround it with your warm flesh. I moved and pressed the tip against your entrance, feeling the warmth of your moist womanhood, and slowly, ever so slowly, pressed forward. My hand slid up and rested on the side of your hip, pulling you gently onto my shaft. |