There is little effort required to unravel myself from the buttery sheets as they slide silently across my torso. The chance of returning to the now forgotten dream has passed me by so I roll to my back and turn the pillow over to enjoy the coolness. Although the bed is large our skyn has found the other in the early morning darkness, the only audible sound is the ever so slight softness of your exhale.

Timing my movement with your exhale so not to break the stillness of the environment I move one hand to your hip and the other to my cock that has forged itself into what would seem the lone structural support with but one purpose. By nature my fingers follow the fabric of your pelvic muscles and thigh moving downward then returning along the same path as my other hand tightens.

Your breathing has changed from the calmness of sleep to a more deeply drawn inhale as you move your leg further towards my thighs. With each down ward movement the pressure along the muscles is that of a deep massage, the return is lighter as the slow draw of my fingernails delivers targeted shards of intensity, your hips rise and fall with each calculated pass.

The path of the journey changes as my fingers slip from atop your pelvic discovering the inner thighs softeness and the now damp edge of your vagina. My right hand is moving easily along my shaft as the anticipation has provided a natural lubricant. 

Moving deeper between the thigh and vagina my fingers are now encapsulated by your inner thigh and vagina, it is warm, wonderfully wet and exhilarating to us as our hips jointly raise at precisely the same time, the room fills with the sound of deep exhalation!

As our hips lower my finger begins moving with precise accuracy as if this path along your moistening lips has been previously ventured, there is no friction to impede the slow draw as you have provided all the natural lubrication needed, reaching your glazed torso I circle the perfectly manicured sliver of pubic hair and commence the voyage along the downward side. The progress is slowed by the tendency to stop along the route as one finger is joined by a second, the lip is pinched between the two fingers, tugged in each direction then gently released to only be unceremoniously clenched once again and pulled towards the ceiling, the action is met with what one could only describe as a propulsion of your hips rocketing skyward thus causing both fingers to release the lips and slide deep inside you at the precise moment the release of your woman hood is ejected over my fingers and hand. Your pelvic continues thrusting itself upon my hand and with each vertical stroke there is another ejection of your sweetness until the thrusting is replaced with quivering as your pelvic returns to the butter; the tension and oxygen is no longer and replaced by the freshness of mind and body.

It is the start of a day that will surely be magical.