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Sunrise
by Jonathan Clark
With a highly trained patience, I inch the door open, taking care not to
make the slightest sound that might disturb your rest. Dawn hasn't broken,
yet, and I wanted to share a sunrise and an early breakfast with you this
morning. The sky is getting lighter and making everything in the room glow
softly, softening even the sharpest of edges.
You lay, spread across the bed, still fast asleep, dressed only in one of my button-down shirts. One strong and shapely leg and your equally beautiful arms lay outspread on the big bed. If it weren't for the slightly devilish half-grin on your face, you could be compared to an angel in that moment. And I wonder, not for the first time, how I could have been blessed with such beauty.
After admiring you for a few moments more, I climb as gently as possible onto the bed and sit by your side. I can see by the smile on your face that the events of last night are lingering still or you're dreaming. Either way, a devilish thought of my own makes its way through the recesses of my mind.
Smiling a little myself, I lightly trace a path up one of your outstretched arms with my hand and watch your reaction. Seeing nothing to indicate that you are about to wake up, I trace a line across your shoulders and down your chest. As my wandering fingers lightly caress your silken breasts I can feel your nipples harden through the fabric and I can feel you shift slightly to provide easier access for my fingers. I look up to see that you are still asleep and, curious, I rub small circles around your hardened flesh and smile as you let out a quiet moan.
Reluctantly moving on, I trace small circles into your firm stomach,and gently caress your leg. Running my hand up and down your thigh,you spread your legs a little and I have no doubt about the direction your dream has turned.
Moving back up your body, I whisper sweet nothings into your ear as I deftly unbutton the only barrier between my eager hands and your gorgeous body. I softly kiss your neck and down your chest. Moving one side of the shirt away, I kiss up your breast and around your sensitive nipple. You're rolling slightly back and forth and I can hear the quiet cat like noises you make as your passion rises. Every now and then I'll run my tongue over you hard nipple and listen as you draw in a quiet breath of passion.
I move the rest of the shirt off of your body and your legs are spread wide while your hips are shifting some on the bed. I can see your excitement, your lips are glistening and your heat and scent rise off of you in waves. Kissing around your navel and moving ever closer to your mound, I let my hands caress your sides and ass lightly. Your moans have increased in volume a little.
After having thoroughly enjoyed the rest of your body, I take a deep breath, savoring the scents rising from you. Sliding my tongue up the shimmering seam between your legs, I can feel you shudder ever so slightly and another moan escapes your lips. I gently pull the folds of your flesh away from your glistening pussy and kiss your hard clit,sucking on it ever so lightly.
From the increased frequency of your moans and the way you're gyrating on the bed, I can tell you're about to wake up. Reluctantly moving up from between your legs, I reach up with one hand to keep your head from moving from side to side so that I can watch as you climax, and with my other, I keep playing between your legs.
Sliding one, and then two fingers into you, I gently rub the inside of your sweet hole and every now and then I flick your clit, watching as you draw in a sharp breath each time.
Finally, even my patience runs out, although I know you would've killed me had I made you wait this long, and I increase the in and out rhythm of my fingers and rub your clit in circles. The stimulation finally drives you over the edge and I can feel you clamping down on my fingers as you get caught up in the throws of an orgasm.
As you calm down, I slide my fingers out of you and trace languid circles on your stomach. Your eyes slowly open and I gaze deeply into the beautiful blues I fell in love with. I kiss your forehead and smile.
"Morning, babe. "
I wrap my arms around your waist. You sit up against my chest and we watch the sun finish rising through the glass wall of our bedroom.
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