How to wake a sleeping tigerladygawainDecember 21 2010, 03:29:28 UTC
Hee, this is awesome!!!! Totally getting in on this!
How to wake a sleeping tiger
Lois squints awake, sunshine peeking through her eyelids. Through the fog of drowsiness, she feels a hand glides along her hip. A solid wall of warmth pressed at her back, soft breath whispering against her ear.
The night before, she went to bed alone after staring at lab documents for an article until her eyeballs ached. And now, this morning, like most mornings - she wakes to this.
She closes her eyes and smiles. The hand moves up her thigh. Nudges the old plaid shirt she’s wearing upwards. Slight calluses at the fingertips; they settle on her waist for a second. Her panties are already damp at the center and she’s pretty sure he’s been at this for longer than the five minutes she’s been conscious.
He slips his fingers past her pants, slides under the cotton to sift through the curling hair between her legs, to brush down below. His mouth shifts to her shoulder, nosing her shirt aside to lick at her skin. She bites her lip, his finger rubbing insistently at her pussy, sinking inside, and his teeth scraping wetly against her skin. She hears a low chuckle; the vibration of it behind her and her nipples could probably cut through her shirt. He nibbles at her ear and murmurs, “Morning sleepyhead, I know you’re awake, you know.”
She laughs. “You are being very bad, Clark Kent.”
“I thought that was how you liked me.”
“Hm, you’re all right.” She’s tilting her head now to grant him better access to the curve of her neck, her hand pressing into his hair to draw him closer.
“Just all right?” He bites into her pulse, swirls his tongue to soothe the hurt.
Lois moans. “Okay, you’re good.”
“Really?” He sounds hurt even as he pulls his fingers out of her and trails them wetly across her abdomen. “Then I guess I need to try a little harder then.”
He nudges her onto her back, flings one muscled thigh across her leg. She can feel his cock against her hip, hard and insistent through his boxers. His lips move down her throat lightly. It’s ticklish, and makes her giggle. He looks up and says, “Something funny over there, Lane?”
She looks at him, the sun alight in his hair, the cowlick side swept across his forehead; the face she has loved more deeply than she thought possible. She lifts her hand to brush his hair out of his eyes and smiles, shaking her head, “No.”
"Although, you are so lucky I like you because no one wakes me up without a cup of coffee and lives to see another day." That isn't strictly true. Some mornings he wakes her up just like this, or she wakes up and returned the favor, and sometimes they just like and talk about everything and nothing.
He doesn't say anything quippy. Just cranes upward to drop a kiss on her mouth, slips his tongue inside. His hand cups her right breast and she moans. She meets him stroke for stroke with her tongue, throws her arms around his waist, feels the muscles play on his back.
Yeah, definitely, best wake-up call a girl could ask for.
How to wake a sleeping tiger
Lois squints awake, sunshine peeking through her eyelids. Through the fog of drowsiness, she feels a hand glides along her hip. A solid wall of warmth pressed at her back, soft breath whispering against her ear.
The night before, she went to bed alone after staring at lab documents for an article until her eyeballs ached. And now, this morning, like most mornings - she wakes to this.
She closes her eyes and smiles. The hand moves up her thigh. Nudges the old plaid shirt she’s wearing upwards. Slight calluses at the fingertips; they settle on her waist for a second. Her panties are already damp at the center and she’s pretty sure he’s been at this for longer than the five minutes she’s been conscious.
He slips his fingers past her pants, slides under the cotton to sift through the curling hair between her legs, to brush down below. His mouth shifts to her shoulder, nosing her shirt aside to lick at her skin. She bites her lip, his finger rubbing insistently at her pussy, sinking inside, and his teeth scraping wetly against her skin. She hears a low chuckle; the vibration of it behind her and her nipples could probably cut through her shirt. He nibbles at her ear and murmurs, “Morning sleepyhead, I know you’re awake, you know.”
She laughs. “You are being very bad, Clark Kent.”
“I thought that was how you liked me.”
“Hm, you’re all right.” She’s tilting her head now to grant him better access to the curve of her neck, her hand pressing into his hair to draw him closer.
“Just all right?” He bites into her pulse, swirls his tongue to soothe the hurt.
Lois moans. “Okay, you’re good.”
“Really?” He sounds hurt even as he pulls his fingers out of her and trails them wetly across her abdomen. “Then I guess I need to try a little harder then.”
He nudges her onto her back, flings one muscled thigh across her leg. She can feel his cock against her hip, hard and insistent through his boxers. His lips move down her throat lightly. It’s ticklish, and makes her giggle. He looks up and says, “Something funny over there, Lane?”
She looks at him, the sun alight in his hair, the cowlick side swept across his forehead; the face she has loved more deeply than she thought possible. She lifts her hand to brush his hair out of his eyes and smiles, shaking her head, “No.”
"Although, you are so lucky I like you because no one wakes me up without a cup of coffee and lives to see another day." That isn't strictly true. Some mornings he wakes her up just like this, or she wakes up and returned the favor, and sometimes they just like and talk about everything and nothing.
He doesn't say anything quippy. Just cranes upward to drop a kiss on her mouth, slips his tongue inside. His hand cups her right breast and she moans. She meets him stroke for stroke with her tongue, throws her arms around his waist, feels the muscles play on his back.
Yeah, definitely, best wake-up call a girl could ask for.
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Omg sooo good.
This is the best idea well since the smutathon! lol
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