Morning Light

Awake.
Darkness reigns still.
The sun comes late on this winters day.
Her chest rises and falls with her breath.
She’s awake.
Planning her day?
Turning to face her, snuggling close.
My hardness caresses her thigh.
She stirs against it.
Filling me with desire in the obscurity.
Her leg rises, allowing access to her internal heat.
I feel the kiss, wet, smooth, between warm lips.
Her breath stronger now, a quickening.
Delicate fingers play as I press forward.
An urgent hand grips my thigh, drawing me closer.
Moist lips part, with a gasp I am enveloped within the kneading tightness
Unhurried motion.
Slowly, deeply into her core.
Each movement its own tingle of joy.
Feel the tightening embrace, the rhythmic flex of muscle.
Without warning, ecstasy boils out in unrelenting spasms of pleasure.
Time waits.
Calm returns as does the morning light