Feather

I remove a giant peacock feather from a flower decoration on the table, secretly smiling at what its "eye" will soon behold, and very gently sit beside you on the couch. You stir slightly but my voice soothes you, keeping you in the soft place where you are. "Shh," I comfort you and with the feather, begin to stroke your face. The sensation is of butterfly wings touching you and your lips move ever so slightly, the beginning of a smile. I run the feather down the sides of your neck then toward the hollowed center, then untie your bathrobe and open it. You lie before me, your breasts and stomach exposed and run the feather along the length and curve of your throat, chest, then softly, slowly down toward your right breast. Starting in a big circle I begin to "O" around and around, closing the circle each time. Your body begins to react, the right nipple starts to salute and stand at attention, reaching toward me for more, as a child holding her hands outstretched to be held. I continue circling until ending at the very tip, then flickering with the feather, teasing you. You involuntarily arch your back a little and I stop. I do not want to wake you, not yet. I do not want to take you from the peaceful place you are. I want to enter it. Now, I begin the circling process on your left breast, until your left nipple is smiling as happily as your right.
The feather continues to wander down the center of your stomach and I watch as your skin tightens and trembles. Your hand moves in your sleep and begins to rub your stomach, up and down, and around - you know even in sleep, you know where I am headed and you are trying to rush the process. I tenderly take your hand, kiss it and place it back by your side.
Now the feather is moving from one hip bone toward the other, and each time it swipes back and forth it dips a bit lower and lower until your hips start to rhythmically rise to meet its touch. If I'm not careful, soon you will demand more. But first I need to know how ready you are for me my love.
With both of my warm, soft hands, I slowly and softly press your thighs apart. You open easily for me, as if instinct guides you, your legs drift away from each other, and I catch the first glimpse of the beautiful part of you which I desire so. Selfish thoughts cross my mind but it is not my time to be pleased, not now, not yet, I must be patient. There are plenty of hours that stretch before us. This I know and it causes me to smile.
Now, I must check you to make sure you are ready for me. Carefully, ever so slowly, I slide one finger between your lips - you tremble and move toward me, telling me you want more. Yes my love, you are moist. You have begun but you are not quite ready yet. I demand more from you first. I drift the feather over your tender lips -up and down back and forth, circles, zig zags, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. Your hips move more now, following my caresses.
Moments pass until finally I decide it is now the time. I stand before you, my sleeping beauty, and take off my clothes, watching as you move and gyrate, doing a silent sleeping dance and wonder exactly where you are in your dreams. Perhaps when you awake, you will share them with me.
I reach into the fruit bowl and take one of the large orange slices and with it, I run up and down and in and out of your by now red and swollen lips. They make a delicious noise as they part and I take great pleasure in seeing that your honey has accumulated. Your moans have grown louder and you are beginning to leave sleep behind; you've not yet left it completely but will soon.
I kiss you tenderly; warm, wet sloppy kisses everywhere, all over your body my lips travel. Lazily, you peek one eye half open to look at me and smile.
"Shhhh" I whisper, pressing a finger against your lips. "No words," then lean down and kiss you. The kiss is the most incredible, tender, passionate kiss ever as our lips merge together and our hot tongues unite. Your hands rub up and down my back still pulling me tightly against you.
I know you want darling, I know.
Leaning toward your right ear, I gently bite the tip of your lobe and whisper, "We have only just begun my love."