New Years Day

I woke slowly. My body was so relaxed, so comfortable. The covers were warm, toasty in an idyllic way.

No work today. Just a holiday.

My girlfriend was in the bed next to me, sleeping. It was about 8:00 in the morning, we were being lazy. The night before had been a very quiet New Year's Eve and we'd gone to bed after drinking some champagne.

My girlfriend rolled over, scooting closer. She was awake too and she spooned me. I am the taller one, but it feels so good to have her spoon me, to feel her naked body next to mine. She was warm and soft and the feeling of comfort and love was perfect.

Her hand rested on my hip. Her face was in my hair, breathing warmth onto my neck. I had been thinking about getting up, but now? No. No way. I wanted this.

Her hand moved. Stroked my hip, my waist. I sighed.

Her hand slipped further over my hip, to the front.

Oh. 

Oh, my. Is she...

Yes. Yes she is.

Her fingers crawled down between my legs, pulling the hand along, reaching further, trying to find my soft and sensitive spots. I sighed again, a little harder this time.

When she found my clit I let out a little moan. Or was it a grunt. A grunting-moan. 

Her hand needed a bit more room. I shifted slighting, moving my top leg (the right one) out just a bit, making access a little easier.

Her fingers stroked me slowly. Once she found my clit she avoided it; instead she stroked, gently touching, all around it. Sliding down, playing with my lips, spreading them, stroking the outer folds with her finger tips.

She knows exactly how to get me going. I was getting wet very quickly.

Another moan, and I gave up pretending, I lifted my leg up and put it back slightly so it rested on her leg. This gave her complete access to me. 

She took it, moving her body in tighter to mine, her breasts pressing up against my shoulder blades, her arm stretched around my waist and down between my legs, her fingers spreading my pussy lips, and a finger went inside.

Oh, Oh my god. The finger slipped up inside me and I couldn't help it, my hips moved a little, encouraging it, trying to get my clit to rub on her hand.

She had mercy on me, and began to rub the sides of my clit, one finger on each side, sliding up and down. On the deep slides, two fingers would go over and then slide inside. 

I reached back, I wanted to kiss her, to engage, but she wouldn't have it. She was fingering me, masturbating me, I was to remain passive, accept it. That was clear. I relaxed and let her do her work. sliding over my now throbbing clit, at times plunging into my pussy, fulfilling my need to be penetrated.

Her fingers were expert and played me like an instrument. Before long my hips were moving in perfect rhythm with her movements, the stimulation was building the feelings inside me, and my breathing was coming hard and faster.

The orgasm surged and flooded my body. She was kissing my ear, my neck, fingering me, and I was at her mercy. The pleasure spiked, peaked and I made a little mewling noise as the warmth flooded my body.

She could tell, it was pretty obvious when I came, and she kept up the stimulation, the stroking, until the orgasm began to fade. Then she slowed, backing away from my clit, moving to caressing, fondling, bringing me down easily. 

I lay exhausted, and she brough her fingers up to my lips.

I sucked them, tasting myself on them. 

We lay there like that for a while, and eventually I dozed.

It was the best start to the New Year I could have imagined.