I lie awake and listen to her breathing, rhythmic, relaxed in sleep, I can smell her hair on the pillow beside me. A band of streetlight steals in and illuminates the sensuous, womanly curves until they disappear beneath the sheets.
I reach an arm over to embrace her, she pulls me to her, her skin warm on mine, she clasps my hand to her naked breast. The scent of our lovemaking is in the air and on our bodies, but her hair, closer to my face now, smells clean and fresh. A stirring begins deep within as my manhood rests against her buttocks.
My thumb gently strokes her nipple and it hardens beneath my touch, she sighs lightly and moves even firmer against me. Hardening now, my mouth kisses and nuzzles her neck and shoulder, I slide my trapped arm under and around her to cup and caress her breasts, my top hand free to stroke and roam those curves. She stirs and shivers, her hand takes mine and guides it the moist juncture of her thighs, She turns her head now, her mouth meeting mine, tongues touching and teasing, I notice her breath increasing as she begins to rock gently against me.
My gentle stirring is a longing now. My fingers slide along her wet slit, the lips parting easily as my experienced fingers seek the bud of her clit. My other hand, fingers in her hair pull her mouth firmer onto mine swallowing the moans of my caresses.
Engorged now, my hardness seeks release and my fingers guide me into her. She arches away from me, driving her hips further onto my waiting pole. The hot dampness of her sex is exquisite agony as it grips my manhood, and I grab her shoulder for the leverage to pull her repeatedly onto me.
There are no words, our coupling is enough, and we both sense the impending climax. She cries out and I feel her grip me at the same time I feel myself pulse deep inside her.
Still joined, we collapse in each others arms, a tender kiss and we drift slowly back to sleep...