I awoke to him standing over me, his hand softly stroking my naked curves. From my ribs down over my hip and back up again. I shifted to peer at him, my eyes mere slits in the dim morning light. His eyes seemed to drink in my form, so I stretched and purred beneath his fingers, rolling onto my back. I reached for him and he leaned over and kissed me softly. My lips parted and his hand dipped lower, gently brushing against my moist folds, while our tongues licked and twirled. I heard a moan. Was it him or me, I couldn’t quite tell. Either way. We both meet one another. His other hand went to my breast while mine went to his hardening cock. Will I ever have enough of him? I don’t see how.