Slowly, savoring every minute movement, I felt myself entering you, entering your deliciously sensual body, becoming one with you.Slowly, savoring every minute movement, I felt myself entering you, entering your deliciously sensual body, becoming one with you. The head was only halfway in, still spreading your entrance slowly. I paused, and withdrew, just a fraction, then slowly resumed. This time, I stopped with the head just fully within the grip of your muscular ring, and felt a contraction against me. Then, without moving, a soft, slow, sensual feeling of your body opening to me, and the head slipped past, allowing your pussy to grasp my shaft. A soft moan escaped your lips, and now I noticed your breathing had become faster. I worked slowly, time having no meaning for us. Pressing gently, then with- drawing just a tiny bit, I slowly worked my shaft inside you until I was more than halfway down my aching flesh. I had slowed several times, wondering if you'd awakened, and each time, your breathing, although sensual, was still that of slumber. I again thought of your dreams, and wondered what sexual fantasies were dancing inside your head. I pressed again, and this time, your sleepy movement wasn't slight. You rolled back against me, taking my shaft fully into your depths, letting out a surprised moan as you awakened. |