"Here?" he said."Here?" he said. "Sure," I purred. He took his hand from my waist and moved it to my breast, but outside the robe. My other hand was pinned against his chest, so I had to release his manhood to move his hand inside the robe. He was beginning to get the idea! I felt a warm, coarse hand gently massage my left boob, then brush the nipple, then cup me like the balmy Sunday morning this was. He wasn't rushing things, and neither was I. I looked up from my chest and saw him smiling at me. I leaned over and gave him the first kiss of the morning. Gentle, not even probing, just a kiss. He returned it the same way. "Larry?" "Mmmm?" "The champagne would have been better than the coffee..." "OK, I'll remember. You didn't get too wired yet, did you?" "Lemme show you. Come here." A gentle squeeze and I had his full attention, his mind and his heart following, as the expression goes. In fact, all I ever really wanted was a thousand percent of his attention. I really get jealous Sunday mornings. Jealous of the rest of the day, jealous of the telephone, jealous even of the sunrise. Mornings are meant for me and a friend, with no interruptions. I think he was beginning to understand, but I had to know. "Why'd you get up so early?" "I'm not used to someone who sleeps like you...it felt too good...has anyone ever told you how easy it is to share a bed with you? And I don't mean just sexually--just that you snuggle right in and at the same time don't push. I'm not used to that, and I guess I'm afraid of losing it." "Larry, I'm here now. Tomorrow is tomorrow; even this afternoon is later. Right now, I'm here. I want you to be, too." He was caressing my nipple, now, and I was squeezing him every once in a while, just to remind him how very "there" I was. Last night, he had really moaned when I tongued his ears. I tried again, a bit of a stretch for my neck from where I was sitting, but he just leaned right into me as I licked; I got the same reaction. Gee, was Larry's middle name Pavlov? I stretched my legs out onto the sofa, and let the robe gap. When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was my legs, and he abandoned my breast to touch them. |