I'm thinking about us being snuggled up on the sofa, freshly showered, and in fluffy white bath robes. Facing each other, some soft music playing in the background logs crackling in the open fireplace as the last bit of the winter daylight fades away.
We kiss slowly, exploring one another's mouths, lips, and tongues. Arms and legs entwined. Our bathrobes are loosely tied, allowing our bare skin to touch, my breast, warm and soft, pressed lightly against your chest, my nipples nestling in the hair that covers it lightly. You break our kiss, unable to resist the temptation of stiff, excited nipples, and kiss your way down until your mouth is on my breast, which you kiss softly, all over, around the areole, soft, tender kisses that make me purr as I stroke the back of your neck and shoulders and run a hand through your still damp hair.
Gently, you take my nipple in your mouth and run your tongue across and around it as your other hand caresses my other breast. You sick on my nipple and tease it with your tongue, then release it completely to start over again with kisses all over, then you swap breasts and do the same soft, tender, slow kisses and the tongue teasing of my nipple before sucking it into, your mouth deeply. I can feel your arousal; it matches mine, my pussy is soaking, I adore my breasts being played with in this way; I'm purring and moaning your name as you continue lavishing kisses on both breasts, teasing and nipping gently, knowing I'm close to orgasm, you love to make me cum like this, a gentle flurry like orgasm that sends delightful tingles all over and through my body in the most delicious slow pulses of pleasure.
With your mouth still sucking and teasing my nipples, your left hand finds its way to the bottom of my bathrobe and slips beneath it, stroking the outside of my thigh and the inside; your fingers then find the puffy excited lips of my shaven pussy and starts to slide between them, I am so wet they slide into me beautifully and the walls of my vagina pulse around your fingers which are still, sending waves of desire in the wake of my orgasm as your mouth continues to suck, lick and nip my breasts languidly.
Your thumb finds my little pleasure pearl and entices it further out of its snug little hood, brushing over it three times. Then you stop, and you hold it there, applying the tiniest bit of pressure as I whimper in excitement and start to writhe against your hand slowly. You still don't move your fingers or thumb; you just let me set the tempo as your mouth on my breast continues its slow, sensual kissing. I push against your hand harder as another orgasm flows through me, and my juices run over your hand and down my thighs.
You growl in triumph, and your teeth graze my nipple, causing me to moan loudly and grind my pussy harder against your hand, greedy for another orgasm to take me over. You then start to move your fingers inside me; gently and slowly, you roll your thumb over my clit, backwards and forwards, still showering my breasts with kisses, driving me towards another beautifully gentle orgasm that leaves me breathless with its intensity. As my orgasm ripples through me seemingly endlessly, my thighs tremble, and my pussy contracts around your fingers in the most exquisite way, and again your hand stays still. Your thumb stops playing with my swollen clit, but you leave them in place as your mouth leaves my breast and you trail long, lazy kisses up the silky skin of my neck to my jawline, and our lips meet, we kissing deeply and passionately as my orgasm continues to ebb and flow.
You remove your hand from between my thighs, and it glides up my body, across my flat tummy, stopping briefly to play with my navel and piercing, which you love, leaving a silvery translucent
trail of my lust behind it. You cup both my breasts lovingly and delicately and run your thumbs across the red buds of my engorged nipples, still kissing me, our tongues dancing a sultry tango of exploration.
I break the kiss—very reluctantly; I love kissing you—and kiss my way down your jawline and neck, enjoying the harshness of your stubble on my soft lips. I run my fingers down your back beneath your towelling robe and scrape my nails lightly up and down your spine. My lips are on your chest now, and as I kiss you, I run my hands around and across your taut tummy and upwards until I find your nipples; I play with them, and my lips leave tiny smattering kisses across your chest until I find a nipple which I take in my mouth and swirl my tongue around it, making it hard as I suck on it.