An Orbital Sunrise (Part 1)

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An Orbital Sunrise (One Perfect Sunrise)

It starts as soon as I come around, eyes not open yet, but alertness creeping in.
The warm sensation of your back curled into me, your spine warm and clinging to my skin.
The pressure of your hips close to my groin as we have lain close to each other again.
The snug fit of your arse pressing against me like you meant it to be just there ready for when I wake up.
Your cheeks prepared to be pressed against by the rising pressure below as something else was already awake and aware you are there.
Instinct has it right, it knows what to do, I move gently closer to you and the first breath I take of the new day is full of the scent of your hair and your skin.
I inhale the drift of your dreams and take in the gentle wash of your sleep.
Coming around with every second and now smiling as your breaths come steady and slow.
I circle you more firmly with my arms, the one not underneath you oh so gently moving to touch your smooth soft warm skin.
Aching to explore you as you slumber, trying not to wake you just yet.
I draw a line up your outer thigh, stroking from just above your knee and moving Northwards.
Feel your skin give with the tiniest of pressure I apply, and feel the little goosebumps start to form.
It's such a subtle thing, the pressure and changing texture, as I draw it upwards against you.
Your skin reacts to me in waves I can feel and in my minds eye see in detail.
I long to replace the fingertip with the tip of my tongue, but that movement will wake you.
The time for that is not yet...
I reach your hip, the curve and firmness of your outline changes, defined sensual undulations.
The lone fingertip becomes fingers now, reaching over your hip.
Slowly encroaching across you and spreading out to hold it for a precious moment.
Still soft and sensual, no rush, though the urge has built and the need grown.
This is still a secret moment of personal pleasure.
While you are unaware and slumber at peace next to me in my bed.
A stolen moment of sheer delight, but consensual and consented to, no theft in the dawn light.
I feel your warmth through your skin, my hand heated by your delightful skin.
The breath entering and leaving your body so soft and smooth, a body and soul at peace in my presence.
I move my nose ever so slightly closer to the back of your head, just to the point your short cropped hair tickles my skin.
Taking in another deep breath of you, my senses soaring and getting lost in your hot sensual fragrance.
The heat we shared from last night still washing off of you.
The passion enjoyed lingering and hitting my senses in waves as I remember what we did.
My lips are now so close to you I can slide out my tongue and taste you.
Could so easily lick the nape of your neck.
I resist as I am sure this will rouse you and I'm not done yet.
This is one of those rare moments I want to last forever.
The heat inside the bed so completely divine, the smell of us so sublime.
Lost and wrapped up in both, such a combination, it feels like trust.
My senses fully alive and my drive awake.
The hand that had been resting on your hip heads North again.
Sliding over your waist, still just a light gossamer touch.
Thrilling as your skin is so silky smooth.
Enjoying the rise and fall of your body line.
Your flesh flowing beneath my touch.
Your head moves a fraction as you feel the rush.
Inched closer to my lips, seems your body has sensed my ache.
I quickly pause and hold my breath.
Locked down and dead still I hold and contain myself.
Waiting to see if you settle or drift out of your sleep.
Moments that seem to last for hours pass.
I desire to be further into where I am at.
Want to have your body closer to me and deeper into my touch.
When you awake I want you flushed.
The ache deep inside your first waking thought.
Knowing it's me that holds you close and embracing you protectively.
Ensure you feel safe and secure as soon as the light hits your eyes.
I want to allow that first waking conscious thought to be pure.
Evoke a reaction that mirrored my own.
See if your first instinct is to touch me?
Or will it be to stretch out and purr?
Push back against me and whimper slightly as you feel my heat and firmness?
Knowing you are the reason for it and what it might be inclined to do to you, with you, for you.
Or will it just be that content little sigh that tells me everything is all right?
The pause is killing me, not knowing which way you'll go.
You settle again with a delicious little mewl of pleasure.
My heart skips a beat as the sound is such a treasure.
Still I hold my position, the situation precarious and intense.
The anticipation now close to overwhelming.
Thumb now running slowly up your spine, fingers wrapped over the flesh of your side.
Higher and higher they rise, in unison, together seeking a prize.
The touch, the feel, has provoked something real.
As my hand shrouds your stunning breast, nipple awake, alive, ready to be pressed.
A perfect moment, sheer delectation, nipple erect under my ministrations.
Your body in tune with my touch, sleeping or awake it responds so much.
Finger tip running circles around your nipple, bringing it to full attention.
Cupping your breast in my hand, enveloping it completely.
Slowly kneading it and waiting for your breathing to change.
It doesn't take long at all at this heightened stage.
One moment asleep, then the next awake.
Breath sharp and a deep intake.
Your head moves forward, exposing you neck.
The stretch allowing access.
Calculated move knowing I'll pull closer to it and lay that first soft tender kiss on that spot you adore so much.
Knowing a gentle growl will follow soon after.
Sure what will follow next as I reach toward your ear and gently and deeply growl that single word into your ear.
Miiiiiiiiiine.
Followed by a softer toned, more sensual pitched Trio of words.
Morning Miss Wolf...
My solo embrace now forming into a symbiotic need for closeness.
You snuggle back into me, pressing closer against my body, affirming your need to be near me and against me.
Seeking to find if I am fully awake and ready to show you my need.
 
End of Part 1...

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AnonymousAnonymousover 6 years ago
More like a short story or is this an epic poem?

"Moments that seem to last for hours pass."

It's just too long, one gets eye strain before finishing.