Finger Love (MF)

It was morning now, albeit predawn.  But it was past my usual time for rising,
and though the space beside him was temptingly warm and comfortable, I hoisted
myself out of bed, drew a comb through my sleep-tousled hair, and brushed my
teeth.

Padding back to the bed I could see that he was still fast asleep, a soft
expression spreading over his face.  It would have bordered on cruelty to
disturb such well-deserved sleep, but...perhaps, just this one time....

He was warm and  covered only by a cotton sheet.  His left hand was exposed,
sort of half-palm up, beside his torso.  Under the sheet he was completely
naked; I was still wearing the thin, black, French-cut panties that I like to
sleep in, and decided to leave them on--for a time.  At the moment, it was his
hand that had my attention.

I pressed my right thumb gently to the center of his palm, softly turning the
hand over to expose more of it.  He had not yet stirred.  So I applied a bit of
pressure and began to massage gently, using a circular motion, and both of my
thumbs.  He sighed peacefully, but did not awake and I tried to imagine the way
his dream might have been turning.

I laced the fingers of my right hand through hiss, and squeezing tenderly,
moved them up and down from fingertip to the V's between each finger.  His eyes
fluttered open to meet mine.  "Good morning," I nearly whispered.  The
expression in his eyes softened as he realized the source of the tingling
sensation in his hand and fingers.  

And then I pressed my lips to that warm spot in the center of his palm.  It
felt good, and from that vantage point, his exquisite natural essence could be
absorbed into my nostrils.  I inhaled deeply and assigned my tongue to the task
my fingers had recently abandoned.  Flexing, to make it as erect as possible, I
began  swirling it round and round on his palm as I cradled the hand in both of
mine.  Slowly then, my tongue traversed its way along each finger, snaking
around, moving up and down, causing tiny ripples of sensation to travel up and
down the length of his body.  I was a little surprised, but delighted, that he
hadn’t tried at all to pull the hand away...

I'd been watching his face up to that point, but suddenly my eye was distracted
by the bulge rising under the sheet.  The sight had caused a dull throbbing to
commence between my thighs, and I suddenly realized that the crotch of my
panties had dampened.  I was aching to be filled by his cock, but decided to
ignore the need for the moment.

His hand was still requiring my attention, so in another instant, I'd taken up
where I had left off.  I slowly took each finger into my mouth, in turn, and
while curling my lips tightly, drew them into my mouth, now two at a time,
swirling my tongue over and around, increasing the intensity of sensation for
both of us.  I imagine he can hear the throbbing emanating from inside me.  

His right hand was now stroking my hair.  I could tell he wanted to hold me,
but he sense my need to be the conductor of this symphony, and allowed me to
proceed.  I was almost delirious with desire, and surely could not wait very
much longer.  

Slowly, I drew the sheet away from his body, noting its cock  glistening with
moisture. And it had swelled to a size I'd not seen before-- and it too seemed
to be pulsating visibly.

I straddled his thighs, my breath coming in short gasps now.  Slowly, I moved
the damp crotch of my panties off to the side,  allowing me to sink down softly
onto his warm, hard cock.  The thrill was almost unbearable, as I could feel
each vaginal cell expanding to envelope it in its warm, moist contraction.  

His eyes were closed now;  face changing  expression as he gently raised and
lowered his hips to  meet my movements exactly.  I lowered myself to be more
parallel to his torso, and to allow my engorged nipples to graze his chest
tenderly, before pressing my entire body to his.  His arms encircle me as I
slid his soft mustache hairs away from his lips and finally....finally close my
mouth over his.

The tempo of our hip movements  increased now, as his tongue stiffened to part
my lips.  I sucked it deeply into my mouth, desperately seeking  to prolong the
full contact he’d sought to deny me up to now.

We seemed to be breathing as one now, each of us nearly gasping with the
pleasure of union somehow different from any we'd experienced up to that
point..  We were riding this incredible wave together, not as two separate
beings, but as one.  We could sense each other’s mutual elation as the
crescendo was building to explosion.  

His eyes sprang open to meet mine as we both sensed the oncoming crest...I gasp
ed as the orgasm shook me, and watching my face, he finally reach his.  I felt
the warm liquid of  love spurting into me, as a tear of joy  was released from
my eye and splashed down on his cheek.

"I love you," I manage to whisper into his ear as he kissed the remainder of
the tears from my face.