In the wee tiny hours of the morning

In bed beside you,
In the darkest dark of the,
Small hours of the morning,
The scent of your hair intrigues me,
The touch of your toes against mine entices me,
The sound of your breathing,
Speaks to me of the rise and fall of your breasts,
I cannot help myself,
I kiss you.
 
As I delicately kiss you,
My hand lays on your hip,
It glides gently up to your breast,
Where my fingers play lightly with one nipple,
Arouse both,
 
A soft moan escapes from your mouth.
 
My lips touching yours,
Brings your tongue forward to meet mine,
Followed by a teasing bite of my upper lip,
I respond with an equally teasing nibble of your lower lip.
 
My lips leave yours,
To allow for a trail of tender kisses,
Along your chin,
Across to your ear,
Down your neck,
Leading to your nipples,
First one,
Then the other.
 
They are now raised from their areola,
Peaking upward,
Deeper,
Between my teeth,
Into my mouth,
Greeted there by my,
Tender sucking of them.
 
Your former soft moans,
Have become deeper,
A bit ragged.
 
My kisses continue their journey down your body,
Ariving at your navel,
Simultaneously with my fingers,
Discovering at your clit,
And near them, your lips.
Where as my tongue explores your navel,
My fingers alternately stroke your clit,
And begin to delve between your lips.
 
Now it is my tongue that leads,
The path to where my fingers have prepared,
For my mouth’s arrival.
 
And well prepared you are,
Wet and beginning to wiggle,
As if to draw my fingers in,
But they are now replaced by my mouth,
And it is my tongue,
Licking its way in.
 
No longer do your moan,
It is a gasp,
That meets the arrival of my tongue,
And your hands on the back of my head,
Your fingers wound tightly in my hair,
To make certain my mouth,
Stays exactly where you want it.
 
Now it is my tongue, lips,
That alternate between your lips and your clit,
While my tongue flicks your clit,
It is my fingers that part your lips,
To stroke within,
Findingnyour g-spot.
 
The wiggling of your hips,
Has become wild gyrations,
Thrusts against my face, my hand,
Encouraging my fingers to,
Caress that spot within you.
 
As I feel you begin to clench,
Around my fingers,
I stop,
Remove my fingers,
Place them in your mouth,
For you to taste,
Yourself on them,
Then replace them with my,
Tongue,
Driven deep within your mouth,
To match the slow,
Satisfying,
Drive of my cock,
Stretching you,
Expanding the walls of your cunt,
Filling every part of you,
From lips,
To cervex,
To the deepest part of you.
 
Your single gasp,
Has become,
A series of deep,
Guttural groans,
Of aroused erotic pleasure.
 
At my deepest,
I grind my groin,
Against yours,
Squeezing your clit between us,
Trapped between your pelvis and mine.
 
Then withdraw,
Equally slowly,
Until only the head of my cock,
Remains between the lips of your pussy,
Before I re-enter you.
 
Each entry,
With more force,
With more urgency,
As both of us are rapidly approaching,
What we both seek.
 
Our mouths remain locked together,
My chest is crushed against your breasts,
The sweat on my abdomen,
Mixes, sliding against your stomach,
Your arms wrap around my back,
Your hands, fingers claw along my spine,
My hands have curled under your —
Shoulders, neck, head holding your mouth against mine,
Your legs have pulled up,
Wrapping themselves around my hips,
As we drive ourselves against each other,
Driving my cock into your cunt,
Until your cunt begins to tighten, squeeze, convulse
Around my cock,
Making my drives into you,
Even more stimulating,
My balls tighten,  
A final thrust,
I explode within you.
 
As our mouths part,
We both,
Gasp for breath,
Then more quietly,
In the darkest of darks,
In the wee tiny hours,
Of the morning,
Sleep again,
In each others arms.