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Snowy morning awkening

Through the fog of still-dreamy slumber I wake to the    
bump of knee against my thigh,  
instinct saying that you'd opened legs;  
your fingers already working out  
dreams of such passions  
that filled your sleep.    
Your eyes remain closed  
but your nipples awoken and  
trying to escape threads of my shirt that  
you slipped into sometime in darkness;  
beautiful nipples begging for  
my teeth and lips to  
tease through fabric.    
You ignore the coolness as  
I pull blankets away and  
expose your slowly gyrating pelvis,  
your attention  and mine drawn by  
your hands bulging in your panties;  
us knowing fingers of one hand  
slide and circle heavenly cream  
onto your clit while others  
explore your inner folds and wetness.    
My resistance nonexistent  
after last night's fireside fuck as  
we watched the snow falling,  
I ease my mouth toward  
your warming invitation within
the silky softness of
your inner thighs.    
I suck your damp flow through panties' material,  
the darkened spot growing as  
your being feels my breath's warmth;  
your fingers move more quickly under fabric,  
releasing even more wetness  
for me to suck.    
I slide my body  
between your knees,  
them opening ever-so-willingly to  
my dream-induced presence.    
Your thighs pull up and press  
your tightened nipples and  
I slide your panties aside;  
one of your hands leaves to  
squeeze your breasts and pinch and  
pull your nipples,  
you knowing my tongue will take  
its place on your cunt.    
My tongue darts deeply  
into you, then out,  
in and out,  
your passion as your  
fingers wonderfully meet  
my tongue from their place  
beneath your panties' waistband.    
Deep in and out and  
up and down from  
ass to clit, darting  
in rhythm with the quickening desperate  
pace of your fingers.    
Barely realizing I'd reached and  
been stroking my thickened and  
hard throbbing cock,  
my tongue and mouth work hungrily with  
your speeding fingers on  
pleasure-filled buttons.    
Your breaths shorten as  
we bang your pussy into  
dreamy ecstasy;  
you quiver.    
I rise to knees and  
pull my cock to blast  
its sticky whiteness onto your  
panties and  
your ass and vagina clench  
then erupt with  
returned streams of  
tasty orgasmic creaminess.    
Still with no words,  
your hand leaves panties and  
pull me into a long,  
tongue-inhaling kiss,  
you tasting  
your own sweet sex’s flavor;  
I gently take your hand that  
so pleasured your clit and  
lick and suck its taste  
from your fingers.    
"Good morning," I whisper.  
"It snowed last night."    
A satisfied smile  
crosses your lips;  
you close your eyes to  
seek yet another dream,  
maybe two;  
you've said nothing but  
that relaxed return to  
slumber says everything.
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