Surely He Loves Me
written by:
Shayna

I am asleep but I can feel my body warmly wrapped in my lover's arms. He spoons me, snuggling against my back. As usual, he awakens before I do and watches me, savoring the sleeping presence of my womanliness that he adores. His nears his face towards my neck and inhales the sweet fragrance of my skin and hair. Surely, he loves me; knowingly for my body, trustingly for my heart...

The sunlight creeps through the window slats, casting soft shadows in our bedroom. Clad in a white satin nightgown and white satin panties, I resemble a goddess in his eyes. That was what he told me last night as he watched me slip into bed with him. I fell asleep exhausted in his arms. He didn't mind because the clothes that we wore before dressing for bed still lay scattered downstairs, a reminder of our urgent desire for each other that prompted us to make love right after dinner on the bare skin rug in front of the fireplace.

Now half asleep, I feel the bed rocking as he kneels up on the mattress and rouses me gently with soft kisses. Cupping my chin in his left hand, he kisses my lips as his right hand moves to my breast; his finger circles my nipple through the soft satin of my nightgown. Whispering softly to my still-dreamy mind, he tells me of my beauty, within and without, still tracing my nipple tenderly and it grows firm to his touch.

The bed rocks a bit more as he moves to the foot of the mattress. I roll over to lie on my back and open my eyes hesitantly. He smiles innocently as he bends down to take my big toe between his lips, sucking gently as his tongue runs over the tip salaciously. But I am still sleepy, and everything still seems just a little hazy.

I awaken more by the tickling of his tongue slithering between my toes and protest feebly, but still allow him to lick his way softly and lovingly up my calf. Slowly his tongue works its way up to my thigh. Pausing for a moment, he looks up to me and smiles lovingly. Straying to more sensitive areas, he slides the silk nightgown up above my waist. Leaning down, he parts my thighs with his palms and puts his lips at my service. His eyes look up intensely at mine as he licks at my slit through my satin panties, making me jerk some as he awakens my clit with his tongue.

Slowly, he pulls the crotch of my panties aside, exposing my moistness. He blows gently over my clit and the rush of warm air makes me giggle and squirm. My giggling stops however when his lips encircle my clit and the tip of his tongue runs softly over it. A spark of arousal kindles within me, the warmth of it spreads through my belly. My body quivers as my lips emit a sigh that signals my surrender of giving myself to him anyway he wants me.

My body stretches to the touch of his hand roaming over the soft flesh of my belly, leaving no place untouched. His palm presses against my abdomen as his fingers trace teasing circles around the dip of my navel. With measured pace, the tip of his tongue makes light and gentle circles around my clit, heating my arousal. My clit grows firm and feels more sensitive than it did a moment ago. My moistness of a moment ago has now turned into wetness and my lover savors the creamy nectar of my love-nest. He moistens the tip of his index finger as I watch, then submerges it gently into my wetness until his fingertip finds my g-spot.

"Ohhhhh, yes," I moan when he rubs that magic spot within me.

He pauses for a moment, smiling within as he sees the need in my eyes. He takes advantage of the moment and initiates some serious lips service on me; beginning by tongue teasing my clit faster and faster and fingering my g-spot in unison. His other hand moves up my body and captures my nipple, rolling and pinching it in time with his caresses on my sex. I can't resist letting my fingers join in with his, reaching down to my fury mound and pulling up gently to allow him to get at my clitoris more readily.

With maddening deliberateness, he explores my clit with the tip of his tongue, sending delightful tingles of pleasure to the core of my body. He knows how it drives me wild when he tongue-teases me, holding my clit in place with his lips while his tongue chases it around in his mouth. Confident that he has my complete attention, he thrusts his finger deeper within my burning pussy, caressing my g-spot more insistently. On the verge of losing control, I hump his finger as my urgent need to climax draws near.

My body writhes on the bed, tortured by the pleasure that I feel coiling within me. My nipples are hard and aching pleasurably, my back is arching. My breath quickens and I know the moment is close. I try to resist it, enjoying the excitement of the build up. I can feel my body begging for release, yet I try to deny the irresistible. The energy of contradiction builds within my loins as he urges me on, lapping at my clit with wild abandon. I feel him curl his finger inside of me, pressing upon my g-spot with just that perfect pressure, exactly right where I like it.

He looks intently up to my face, reading my eyes, reading my lips, reading the rising level of my passion. Connected in mind and body, we dance at the edge of climax for what seems like eternity. I can only endure for just a while more, until my body succumbs to the demanding tip of his tongue and the sure strokes of his fingertip upon my g-spot.

With a long triumph cry, I spasm on his finger, screaming as the climax ravages me, and yet his tongue and finger continues to drive me higher and higher towards ecstasy. Gasping with my head tilting back and pressing against the pillow, my hands clutch at the sheets. My wetness floods from me onto his lips and he takes it all to himself, swallowing my sweet passion as I come.

My thighs press against his cheeks as I clamp my legs together and trap his face against my sex. I hold him there until I'm finished, not thinking about whether or not he can breath.

It does come to an end, the enormous waves of orgasms fades away and I am left with a limp, quivering body, a pounding heart and burning lungs. He moves back up to me, rolls me onto my side and spoons me like before. He runs his fingers through my damp head of hair, then takes me in his arms, rubbing my belly with one hand and caressing my cheek with the other.

I am feeling grateful and satisfied. I tell him that I want to satisfy him now, but he hushes me and tells me to close my eyes and rest. He pulls the blanket over us to encapsulate our warmth. I feel his lips on my neck as he kisses me softly and soothes me back into dreamland. Engulfed by love, I feel warm, safe, and secure. And just as I fall asleep I hear him whisper... "I love you."