Dream Lover

I woke to a bright room, a sliver of sunlight slicing across my arm where it draped over her. The morning sunbeam glinted off the fine hairs of her shoulder. I was enchanted. I bent my head down and softly kissed her glowing skin, inhaling the warm scent of her.

In her sleep—I think she was still asleep—she pulled my arm tighter to her chest and shifted back slightly, pressing the whole back of her into the whole front of me. My breath caught. A warm throbbing began between my legs. My heart pounded against her back, and I worried she would wake.

I should let her sleep. We'd kept each other awake very late with her unending wetness and my unslakable thirst. We'd finally slumped together, naked and exhausted a few hours ago, all tangled limbs and drying sweat. We'd pulled the covers up and slept, apparently unmoving, since then.

And now I was awake. All parts of me, awake.

I looked at her, sleeping peacefully in my arms, and my whole body clenched with a memory of last night's pleasure, involuntarily causing my hips to thrust forward slightly into her ass. A tiny moan escaped my lips. She sighed softly, and... smiled? Perhaps just in dreaming, she smiled. It played across her lips, her oh-so-kissable lips, the bottom one practically begging to be nibbled.

Maybe she wouldn't mind so much if I just kissed her again here, on the shoulder? I checked her face after raising my lips...