Stacey struggled not to squirm while deciphering the letters being written slowly over her skin. “K,” she whispered after the first letter.  “I.” She waited for the next letter. “S.” A broad smile touched her lips as she knew where this was going. She pretended ignorance despite it, in the hopes that this wonderful moment of touching would continue. “S. M. E.”  She stared deeply into Whit’s eyes, knowing precisely what they were asking of her. That was exactly what she was thinking, although how Whit knew was beyond her. “Kiss me,” she recited.

Smiling, Whit leaned up.  Her lips stopped a mere breath away from Staceys soft waiting lips.  Stacey felt her wife’s fingers tracing with slowness over her hip. She instantly recognized it as a question mark. Her mind reeled at the possibilities of where her lover might kiss her.  She felt Whit’s hand sliding up the length of her upper body, bringing Whit’s lips to her forehead.

“Here?” Whit asked before lovingly kissing her wife’s forehead and hair.

This tender attention was certainly a wonderful way to wake up, Stacey thought as she smiled and shook her head. “Lower, baby. Lower.”

Whit nodded then lowered her kisses to her wife’s eyes.  “Here?” The soft flutter of lengthy lashes tickled her lips.

Whit turned her body to the side as Stacey slid next to her. 

“Lower,” Stacey instructed as Whits hand displayed such gentleness as it moved over the muscles that flexed while Staceys back was arched so beautifully.

Her lips brushed over Staceys nose causing her wife to chuckle.  Whit listened to the instruction for her descent, feeling it inspire her heart to race just a bit faster. She licked her lips in anticipation of the kiss which was to come.

Stacey raised her head from the comfort of the pillow, needing to feel her wife’s mouth against her own. She released a soft groan when the lips passed her mouth finding their home against her jaw. “Baby,” she sighed as the lips moved steadily lower, now charting over the length of her neck, making their way to her collar bone.

“Not there?” Whit asked as she kissed over the soft fullness of her firm breast. “What about here?”  Then kissing Staceys other breast.