Awakened SeXStoRY

From just this side of slumber I hear her soft voice tell me that she can't sl**p, and yet to me she seems so deep inside a dream of my own making. She slowly turns away and I feel the soft, round flesh of her bottom brush against my slightly bent leg -- a rush of electricity every time. She pushes back further until I feel the delicate dampness between her cheeks, and with no sound this movement speaks, and I am always ready to listen. Pulling away the sheet to expose our naked flesh, I glide my open lips down the valley of her back, as it arches and twists to meet this welcome attack on her pristine and vulnerable surfaces. Shifting like hourglass sand, I find the top of her crevice and pause to breathe in that intoxicating, delicious bouquet that never fails to make my bl**d rush away and pool around the vessels of my body's warmest regions. She wantonly raises one leg to spread herself open for my tongue's descent down the cleft of her behind that seems to cup my face with a kind but deliberate urgency that demonstrates her need. A quick probe of her tightest opening sends shivers down her legs and through my soul, and as I shift again I feel her roll to her belly as I find the treasure that beckons me. The moisture of my mouth mixes with her wetness and, once again, I hear the moans of her desire that, if made known to all, could inspire countless volumes of poetry and song. With pressure applied where she wants and craves it most, I bring her to the place where she cries out; her legs clamp down and hips thrust about like a frenzied dancer on foreign soil. The window gives just enough light for me to see her look back over her shoulder as I rise like a diver with a prize found somewhere deep on the ocean floor. This midnight encounter has left us in exhausted bliss and has purchased for her more hours of sl**p and for me one more amazing memory to keep as I ponder and wait for daylight.