Snooze Button Secrets

The insistent blare of the 6:00 a.m. alarm ripped me from a dream of sun-drenched beaches and endless turquoise water. Groaning, I swatted blindly at the snooze button, a reflex honed over years of hating mornings. As I stretched, my arm brushed against her side, a familiar comfort in the pre-dawn gloom. She stirred, shifting slightly against me, and lifted her head, her dark eyes meeting mine. Instinctively, I reached across, my hand finding its way to her side, resting lightly against her skin. A sigh escaped her lips, a small, contented sound that sent a shiver down my spine.

Without a word, I began my ritual, my hand gliding across her shoulder, then down her neck, leaving a trail of gentle kisses in its wake. My free hand followed suit, tracing the curve of her hip, grazing the sensitive flesh beneath her shorts. The warmth of her skin beneath my fingertips ignited a slow burn within me, a primal heat that intensified with each touch. She instinctively reached out, her hand finding mine, her fingers intertwining with mine as we rested together, feeling the pulse of her life against my own. The closeness, the shared warmth, was intoxicating.

Her hand continued its exploration, sliding up her side, over the fabric of her shorts, and settling on her armpit. The scent of her skin, a blend of sleep and something uniquely her, filled my senses. The stubble, a gentle reminder of last night's shower, brushed against my fingertips, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. I felt a deep connection, a silent understanding between us, built on countless shared moments like this.

My hand moved down, tracing the line of her thigh, feeling the smooth curve beneath the fabric. She pulled her hand away, her fingers dancing across the back of my hand in a playful, teasing rhythm, each stroke sending a shiver down my spine. The feeling of her touch, light and airy, contrasted perfectly with the growing heat within me. As my hand descended further, sliding over the shorts and top, it finally reached her armpit, finding the soft, yielding flesh there. The slight roughness of the fabric, combined with the tenderness of her skin, created a sensation that bordered on ecstasy.

Without thinking, I peeled down the shoulder strap of her top, carefully pulling it over her arm and down her arm, until it hung loosely around her shoulders. She wriggled slightly, a subtle indication of her arousal, as her arm slipped through the opening. The action felt both intimate and urgent, a silent conversation between our bodies. The anticipation built, the heat intensifying with each passing moment.

Her right hand remained by my side, resting on my stomach, while my left hand continued its descent, tracing the curve of her breast, feeling the firmness beneath my fingertips. She pushed my hand upwards, gently guiding it towards the nipple, allowing me to feel its sensitive peak against my thumb. She then released my hand, her fingers resting lightly on her stomach, while I continued to caress the curve of her flesh, savoring the pleasure.

She raised her left arm, pulling me closer until we were inches apart, her neck arched towards mine. As we leaned in, my left hand reached upwards, running from her elbow to her armpit, resting lightly on her skin at the exact point she loved so much. The closeness was overwhelming, the scent of her skin filling my nostrils, the heat radiating from her body drawing me closer still.

The entire experience had unfolded through touch, a carefully choreographed dance we had perfected over time. Now, the next move was clear: to cup her breast in my right hand. But I hesitated, savoring the moment, wanting to prolong the pleasure. Instead, I gently caressed the underside of her breast with my thumb, drawing out a soft moan from her lips. Then, she took my hand, forcing my palm to brush against her erect nipple. Still teasing, I continued to caress the very tip, watching as she struggled to make me grasp the entire breast.

Finally, I gave in, our joined fingers pressing against the flesh of her breast, and she made them both knead it in unison. The sensation was incredible, a wave of pleasure washing over me as her fingers worked their magic. By this point, my cock was hard in my shorts, pressing against her bum, as she began to move in small, circular motions against me, encouraging me to harden even more. It slipped between her ass cheeks and nestled in the crevice as it grew towards full erection.

We continued like this for a while, our hands playing with her breast together, massaging the flesh and tweaking the nipple, while she rubbed my penis with her bum. My free hand ran down her side again and over onto the hip. Shifting slightly, I slipped my hand inside the waistband of her shorts, feeling the soft material against my fingers. I massaged her cheek and enjoyed the feel of the soft skin, savoring every sensation. The hand she'd had behind my head moved to reach between us, and she shifted position slightly so that it could touch my erection through the material of my shorts. I felt her grasp its hardness and quickly pull away, twisting as she went, until she was facing me.

We kissed deeply, our lips meeting in a passionate embrace. I felt her hand pushing my shorts down enough so that my erection slipped up and her hand returned to it, starting to stroke me. It felt amazing, a delicious torment that fueled my desire. The coolness of her hand contrasted with the heat emanating from my groin, and the steady, increasingly firm movements aroused me more and more.

Then, she let go and moved her hand between my thighs, and I gasped as she gently squeezed and juggled my balls. Again, her hand moved, searching for my hand, which had been resting on my stomach. She slipped her fingers between mine and led our joined hands back to my stiff penis, and wrapped our hands around it. They started to move together, and I wasn't quite sure who was in control of the steady rhythm along my shaft. All I knew was that I could feel myself building towards a climax that I wasn't ready for yet, so I pulled away.

In a series of movements, I rolled her onto her back, pulled my shorts off, and knelt between her legs. I leaned forward and pushed her top right up, before leaning forward and kissing my way up her body, through the cleavage until we were kissing, our tongues entwining and our teeth clashing against each other in our hunger. I felt her legs rising up along mine, seeking to cross behind each other to pull me closer, but entry was barred by her shorts and knickers.

So, I knelt back up and, in a well-practiced movement, I grabbed both sides of them and pulled them both quickly down her thighs as she lifted her legs high. As she did, the full beauty of her groin was revealed to me. The beautiful pussy was highlighted by the hint of moisture I could see along the edges of her lips, and I just knew I had to touch it.

My thumbs gently pulled the two halves apart and I saw the dusky skin separate to reveal the darker pink edge of her labia, already wet with arousal. My left thumb traced a line from where it was down towards the perineum, and back up to her clitoris and started to draw small circles around it, drawing out a gasp.

My other hand reached for hers and our fingers entwined once more. I felt little resistance as I moved them down between her legs, where they started to work together to bring pleasure. As our fingers slipped between her lips she became even wetter and we moved our fingers together onto her clit.

Slipping her other hand between us, she reached for my cock and took it, moving it up and down against her pussy. Her breathing started to increase and she guided me to the source of her nectar and lifted her hips so that my swollen glans entered her. She sighed, in what I assume was pleasure, and I groaned in what I know is!

I started to slide further in and felt the warmth of her body engulf me, whilst still feeling slight pressure from her fingers around my shaft until I’m in as deep as I can go with her fingers still wrapped around me. Slowly our bodies started to build a rhythm and, with a slight move, I felt her fingernails lightly graze the skin of my cock. It felt incredible, especially when her fingers started to move in circles and I realize she is teasing her clitoris while we make love.

Soon all the various sensations I’m feeling start building to the inevitable conclusion. After a few more strokes, I felt myself reach the edge and fill her with my seed. I pulled back and gently replaced her fingers with my thumb, and it’s the work of only a few seconds before her climax hits and I see her cheeks and breasts flush as blood rushes to the skin.

She lies there, a vision of post-coital beauty with a slight sheen of sweat coating her body from our exertion. I lean forward and kiss my way from her stomach to her breasts, where my mouth showers kisses across them and my tongue teases the nipples. I kiss my way further, up to her neck, and chin until our mouths are joined and we kiss deeply, our tongues entwining and our teeth clashing against each other in our hunger. I felt her legs rising up along mine, seeking to cross behind each other to pull me closer, but entry was barred by her shorts and knickers.

So I knelt back up and, in a well-practiced movement, I grabbed both sides of them and pulled them both quickly down her thighs as she lifted her legs high. As she did, the full beauty of her groin was revealed to me. The beautiful pussy is highlighted by the hint of moisture I can see along the edges of her lips, and I just know I have to touch it.

My thumbs gently pulled the two halves apart and I saw the dusky skin separate to reveal the darker pink edge of her labia, already wet with arousal. My left thumb traced a line from where it was down towards the perineum, and back up to her clitoris and started to draw small circles around it, drawing out a gasp.

My other hand reached for hers and our fingers entwined once more. I felt little resistance as I moved them down between her legs, where they started to work together to bring pleasure. As our fingers slipped between her lips she became even wetter and we moved our fingers together onto her clit.

Slipping her other hand between us, she reached for my cock and took it, moving it up and down against her pussy. Her breathing started to increase and she guided me to the source of her nectar and lifted her hips so that my swollen glans entered her. She sighed, in what I assume is pleasure, and I groaned in what I know is!

The rhythm continued, our bodies moving together in perfect synchronicity. Finally, I felt myself reaching the edge and filling her with my seed. As the last drops left me, I felt a sense of release, a deep satisfaction that resonated through my entire being. She pulled away, her body trembling slightly, and I gently replaced her fingers with my thumb, enjoying the lingering sensations.

After a few more strokes, she let out a final gasp, and then slowly started to recover. I leaned forward and kissed her deeply, savoring the taste of her lips, before pulling back and resting my forehead against hers. We lay there for a moment, simply enjoying each other’s company, before finally getting up to start the day.

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