The first thing I am conscious of is how her knee slips along my thigh, her tummy presses slightly into my bottom, as she spoons into me. Then I feel the little kiss that she plants on my shoulder; right on the little butterfly tattoo that she bought for me on my last birthday.

She knows I’m half-awake but I pretend to be asleep.

Involuntarily I push my bottom backwards and feel the comfort of her thighs close to mine. I keep my eyes closed and pretend that she is asleep too. I know she’s not. I know she’s dying to wake me up and I know what’s coming. Well, sort of.

There they are… a few more gentle kisses on my shoulder. A smile crosses my face but she cannot see it. I pull the pillows close to my breast. I let out a soft sigh and make those waking sounds, but then I fall silent again as I snuggle into the pillows.

I feel her touch. Her fingernails start in the small of my back and trace a line up through my spine to my shoulder blades. She circles her finger around my shoulder and she lets it trace its way back down to my waist and onto my hip. All four fingers then join together as she caresses my hips and then the palm of her hand gently cups my bottom before she starts the journey all over again.

The sensation it creates excites me. I feel the tension flow out of me and my skin is alive and tingling with her touch. She is so gentle and loving. In places, she hardly touches me, and yet I find myself anticipating her next move. My skin is excited, fired up, even before her finger reaches it.

On her second journey down to my waist she starts to circle her finger, around and around, on my sensitive skin. Goosebumps form and spread outward at some pace. It almost tickles me, but I breathe steadily and calm the sensations before they take over and push me into a fit of giggles. It’s a technique I have had to learn over the years, especially with her.

I feel another kiss on my shoulder.

Another smile forms on my face and I want to turn around and kiss her on her full red lips, but I’m in that precious waking moment; half asleep, half conscious and half turned on.

As her hand rests on my bottom, I can feel the tension in her. I know she wants to slip it between my thighs but I’m not awake yet, so she starts the journey again. This time, it’s both ways. She traces her finger up and then down my spine. It almost makes me shiver.

When she circles her finger in the space between my shoulder blades it causes tiny shock waves to be released that travel the length of my body. My nipples stand erect and I feel warm and moist between my thighs.

I moan a little. I have to. I want her to search out my wet spot and find out for herself what she is doing to me.

Her hand once more caresses over my bottom, and this time I feel a finger slip between the cleft of my cheeks. I want the pad of her finger to snake its way downwards over my anus and slip into me. I am willing her to do this, over and over in my head.

And then I feel her do just that. Her finger finds my crease and moves between my cheeks, slipping slowly to its destiny. Then it’s retracted back to the base of my spine and she rounds my bottom once more with the palm of her hand.

I bite my lip and sigh knowingly. I know she has a smile on her face, though it’s probably more of a lascivious grin, if I know her. I know she’s teasing me now, and so does she. She knows I’m enjoying this waking moment with her.

It would spoil everything if I turned around and told her exactly what I wanted her to do, but I want to do just that. Instead, I pull the pillows closer to me and let my legs part a little. I lose the contact with her thighs but all I’m doing is trying to encourage her. She needs it. Right now, she needs to be encouraged.

It worked. It always does.

I feel her finger slide between the crack of my bottom once more and then along my anus. She tickles me there for a while. I want her to bend down so that I can and feel her tongue in the same place as her finger. Scenarios are playing through my head at a tremendous rate and I haven’t a clue which one I like the best. They are all equally horny and erotic.

I feel her finger snake its way a little forward. Then a little further. In her expert way, she separates my juicy lips.

The scenario going through my head takes over the feelings I am experiencing. I want her to push her finger into me right now, turn my legs over so that I am on my back and I want her to plant her mouth on my pussy with her finger still up inside me. That’s what I want right now. That’s what I want her to do.

I suddenly feel her tongue on my back working its way onto my shoulder blade. As it completes its journey, her finger slides into me, and she completes the move with a long smouldering kiss on my shoulder.

I moan, out loud this time. I cannot suppress my feelings, wants, or desires anymore. I know that she is lusting after me as much as I am her. I know that she wants to take me, pleasure me, to have her wicked way with me.

She knows she is going to as well, and she knows how desperate I am to be taken by her. Her finger is coated with my juices and its entrance into my pussy had shown no resistance whatsoever.

I feel her finger slide in and out of me, coupled with small tiny kisses on my shoulder, at first, and then moving down along my arm, before moving off to my waist.

This is it! I think to myself, this is where she flips me over and licks me senseless.

I feel her move on the bed, I feel her kneel by the side of me as kisses are planted along my waist and down to my hips.

I can feel her long hair brush against my waist with the occasional strands nibbling at the end of my nipples; arousing me further.

The sensations that she develops within me are instrumental. Playing me like a concert violinist, plucking at my strings, sliding her exotic bow over me and making me sing to her tune. In her expert hands, I will do anything she asks of me.

With her finger still inside me, tickling me now more than thrusting, I feel her other hand slide underneath me. Grabbing at my hip, she pulls me quickly in her direction and I move so that I am on my stomach and her hand is suddenly removed from my pussy. Both of her hands are thrust between my thighs as they spread them apart on the bed. She quickly kneels in between them, not allowing me any time to contemplate what is happening. It’s all too fast.

I feel her pull me upwards with both hands on my waist; her fingers clinging to my stomach as she raises me slightly from the bed.

It doesn’t take her long. With a swift motion she inserts our favourite toy into me. The one that I know will bring her as much pleasure as it does me.  She pulls me back onto it and sinks it all the way into my hot, quivering pussy.

I really wanted a good licking, but it’s her needs that I am going to satisfy now, not mine.

She patiently laid beside me through my waking moments with the dildo inserted inside her. She has tickled and teased me, caressed and kissed me, made me wet with excitement, edged me towards this moment when she will fuck it into me.

At first, she grasps at my hips and pulls me towards her, thrusting her cock into me. I know, that as she moves it inside me, it moves inside her too. I know the pleasure she is feeling at the same time as she fucks me.

It’s my time to torment her now. I start to push and thrust my bottom backwards towards her; making the contact more urgent and insistent. I want this as much as she does. I want her to cum with me as she takes me from behind.

She pounds her cock into me, knowing full well that I love to be taken like this. She knows that it’s not just the sensations in my body driving me forward it’s the ones in my mind too. They are the ones that are screaming at me right now, urging me on to my ultimate goal.

I bite into the pillow, resisting the urge to tell her to fuck me harder. She knows I want to be, but I also want her to find her pleasure too. I know how her orgasm will present itself. I know that she needs to feel powerful and masterful over me, when she’s close, I will know. I will feel it.

All the wonderful sensations build up inside me, pushing me to the edge. I want to cum, I could cum right now but I’m holding on. It will be worth the wait. Trust me. I know the signal.

I feel her hand loosen around my hip and I start to smile. I push my bottom back towards her on every stroke; making it worse for me, but I hope that it will spur her on. Her hand leaves my waist and reaches forward. She gathers up a handful of my hair, twists it around her wrist and pulls on it; my head jerks backwards in unconditional response. I push my hands and arms together for stability as she fucks me hard.

Now is the time, I utter all the expletives I love to use. They come out, one after each other. I know she’s as close as I am and we need to convert this fuck into something much more wonderful.

“Fuck me. Give it to me hard. Fuck me, you bitch.”

It’s the last four words that she loves to hear. Those are the words that will push her over the edge and sure enough…

The room is suddenly full of the noise that two women make while letting their emotions go free; the sound of carnal pleasure, the sight of pure eroticism, the feel of domination over submissiveness. The eroticism, the lust, it’s all tied up in our fuck.

The sheer pleasure of it all never fails to amaze me.

She flops on top of me, her full body weight pins me to the bed. We are both left panting and gasping for air.

Then I feel the little kisses on my shoulder once more, snaking their way around to my neck. I raise my head as much as I can and look behind me. I catch the side of her face with my lips and soon we find each other and kiss passionately for the first time.

It’s the most beautiful moment of my life. Both of us sated, out of breath and still finding time to be tender with each other. It always will be the best moment.

I cannot sustain the position and I’m forced to rest my head back on the pillows underneath me. She eventually slides off to one side and we turn and face each other; broad smiles on both of our faces tell each other how good it was.

I brush her hair from her face. She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s going to get the licking of her life. As soon as I’ve recovered, that is.