Sleep

You've never been one to read before bed and you are suddenly so tired, so you decide to just lie down on the couch and have a nap. As your eyes close you wonder if falling asleep in a strange house is such a good idea, but the feeling passes quickly.

You are not sure whether you are awake or in a dream as you open your eyes and find yourself in the library again. It is morning, and the sun streams over your naked body through the French doors leading to the garden. You reach up and absentmindedly play with the string of pearls around your neck, the only thing you are wearing.

You are about to rise and go into the garden when a woman walks from behind the library shelves. She too is naked apart from a pair of deep purple silk gloves. Her hair is a river of light brown curls that reaches down her back to her waist (although you can only see her from the front you know this instinctively). Her breasts are full, round and perfectly firm. Her belly is just as firm, yet still feminine, as is her ass (again you know this without seeing it). Her pubic hair is soft and smooth and matches her flowing locks. You smile as you see her, recognising her as your lover (although for some reason you can't recall her name).

She walks over you and bends down to plant a good morning kiss upon your lips, a kiss which quickly turns into one of fiery passion that you reciprocate. She puts her right hand on your left breast and begins to rub her silken gloved fingers against your nipple, causing it to quickly become erect. You return the favour cupping her left breast in your right hand and thumbing her nipple while holding her face you yours with your left hand.

You stay like this for a while, devouring each other's mouths and fondling each other's breasts and nipples. Then your lover moves her hand from your breasts and slowly down your body heading, you know, for your already moist quim. You gasp into her mouth as her silken fingers brush your sensitive nether lips, and you feel her smile. You try to move your hand off her breasts so you can do unto her as she is unto you, but she reaches out with her left hand and draws you hand back to her breast, insistent on giving not receiving such attention.

She draws her loving silken touch across your slit, making you groan, then repeats her ministrations again and again, driving your wild with desire for it. Just as you think your are going to climax she breaks off and brings her hand, its gloved fingers now soaked in you juices slowly up your body, leaving a moist trail on your belly, to your breasts where she proceeds to coat your painfully sensitive nipples in your juices while leaving you just on the cusp of orgasm. You writhe with the overwhelming need for release as she playfully blocks any attempt you make to reach down and give it to yourself.

She breaks off her kiss and begins to move her lips and tongue down your body, stopping to lick your taste off her nipples. You are almost crying, now, with the unrealised need for climax, and she senses that you are just on the border of pleasure and pain, when your need will become unbearable. She moves her tongue down following the trail of your juices that her fingers made to your womanhood.

At the first touch of her tongue against your labia you explode with pleasure. You cry out in unrestrained ecstasy as your entire body, from the crown of your head to the tips of your toes convulses with wave after wave of unrelenting orgasm. Never have your climaxed so long or so hard. Yet as the waves eventually subside you feel invigorated and full of energy.