Fluid Curves

A faint line of light catches, pauses momentarily in its slow cascade, illuminating the minutiae of her soft skin. My lover’s curves are soft. Tiny hairs lay placidly against her, curled against her skin as the light plays over them. I long to see them on end, sticking out sharply between wet goose bumps as I tease and taunt her. Later, I think. I am patient this morning. We have all day. All fucking day to explore each and every nuance, every crevice, every taste, every texture. My eyes pause, take in the steady rise and fall of her chest while she sleeps. Her once hard nipples now soft, lazy, and tempting. My hand floats down, involuntarily. It snakes languidly over the curve of my breast, pausing briefly to tug at my hard, warm nipple. I giggle softly to myself at the sensation. It’s sudden, electic, and intense, coursing through nerves that travel round about my body, landing with a jolt at the base of my throbbing clit. She stirs momentarily, snuggling deeper into her pillow and I wonder if she will wake. She does not, but as my gaze returns to her breasts I notice her nipples have hardened. Interesting. This could be a fun game!

My hand moves lower, inching along the soft edge of my abdomen, over my hip, and down, gently nudging the slippery wetness of my steaming, salivating cunt. I bring my hand back up. A wicked smile plays across my face as an idea comes to mind. I place my wet finger just below her nose. Not touching her, not yet, but I know she will react. She has always adored my musky scent. Moments later a soft snort as she breaths me in. She sighs, needfully and returns to slumber. I slowly reach over and lift the dildo we had played with last night to my nose. Fuck! she smells good too. I grab hold of myself, resisting the urge to suck her dried essence off of it. Instead, I reach out, gently rolling it along the edge of her naked waist. I watch it roll ever so slowly down and over her sumptuous hip and then her thigh. She squirms a little, a hand draping down, almost a perfect mirror to my own. My fingers work between my glistening folds and I sigh. She continues to sleep, hand lying gently alongside her well manicured landing strip. I watch the light play across her ass, mellow and warm, a stark contrast to the maelstrom of hot, flaming lust building within me. I set the dildo down and moan, softly, fingers dipping deeply into my swollen sex. I can resist no longer. I bring my soaked fingers up, paint the curves of her breasts with my slippery dew. I pause as she stirs once more, turning onto her back with a muffled sigh. I renew the moisture on my fingers and resume my work, soaking her nipples and watching them harden in the soft morning light. She moans and spreads her legs. I take my time, admiring the sensual curve of her inner thighs, the way they gradually taper up to that soft, sensitive skin that lies in the fold between her pussy and her leg. I paint these parts next. She turns her head side to side, almost awake. Mmmmmm. A glistening droplet forms at the base of her pussy. She is ripe, swollen, like a warm peach on a summer day, near to bursting with juice and flavor. It trickles down, gliding down over her puckered hole before soaking slowly into the sheets. I flick my fingers over my clit, whimpering with pleasure as waves of electric heat jolt through me each time my fingertip slides past. She stirs again and a new idea comes to mind. I dip my fingers ever so gently between her lips, feeling the hot moisture building within her tight, turgid pussy. I paint my own curves with her juices. I start with my breasts, tracing slick crosses over my nipples and moaning at the sensation as her essence cools. I brush my fingers through her again, almost too roughly this time and she stirs again, rolling toward me. I paint the edges of my thighs with her lust, sucking any that remains from my fingers when I am finished. I touch myself again, tracing the lines of my labia and involuntarily bucking my hips, moaning. I trace my wet fingers down her nose and across her lips, smearing my juices across her face. Her eyes flutter open. It takes a moment before she registers what has been going on. She smiles, dips her fingers in her dripping honey pot and then shoves them into my mouth. I suck them greedily and smile into the promise of a morning spent in orgasmic bliss.