On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep

Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes,

What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep,

As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?

Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam,

In full glory reflected now shines in the stream,

’Tis the star-spangled banner – O long may it wave

O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

-The Star Spangled Banner

Francis Scott Key

On the shore dimly seen though the mists of the deep dreaming…

Miri sighed and murmured in her sleep, lost in dreams of sweet release, that moment when the world exploded behind her eyes and everything was awash with color, when he brought her body alive with orgasm. Adam lay quietly, watching her in the early light of dawn and smiled. He knew what the beauty in his bed dreamt about and thought for just a moment that perhaps it was too early. But no; he snuggled up under the blankets with her and ran his hands along her warm skin, enjoying the feel of her soft flesh as she pressed against him in her sleep. A trail of soft, slow kisses from her cheek down to her neck and collar bone and then further still. Adam’s lips closed gently around one nipple and sucked carefully, not quite ready to wake her, although she arched her body further towards him, still sweetly dreaming. He touched and teased gently and watched as she grew more restless, whimpering and squirming against him.

He moved back and forth, teasing both breasts and her nipples softly, both with his finger and his lips and tongue and teeth and Miri writhed in delight. His hand slipped down to find the blonde curls at the juncture of her thighs and Adam stroked softly, petting her before nudging her legs apart and running a finger along her slit. She was already wet and wanting from her dreams and his touch only inflamed her further. He stopped for a moment and watched her, this woman that he loved, who trusted him to wake her thus and smiled at the trust he knew she placed in him. And his fingers moved against between her legs seeking that one spot; ah, there…he caressed her with one hand, holding holding her close with the other and kissed her lips. Not quite half waking she returned the gentle kiss and again pressed her body to his with a soft whimper. Adam loved seeing her this way, delightfully vulnerable and accepting of his touch.

He rubbed at her clit with his thumb and slipped a finger inside of her, in and out, still tender and slow. Their mouths met again in another lazy kiss, Miri responding still to him, though her dreams were ever present in her slumber. Another finger slid into her wetness, stroking now. Adam knew the orgasm would wake her and he pulled Miri closer to him, knowing that soon it would be inevitable. The blonde in his arms moaned now, quietly in his ear and stretched her body closer to his. Even in this twilight state she responded to him beautifully and he loved to see it. His fingers moved faster, his thumb rubbed a little hard and he kissed her again, relentlessly this time over and over. She thrashed into him, his kisses eating up the moans and other, softer noises that she made.

With a sudden gasp and cry she tore her lips from his as the orgasm rolled over her body, her hips bucking wildly. Adam never stopped moving his fingers and Miri only moaned again as her second orgasm hit with just as much force as the first. She smiled, still sleepy and found Adam’s lips again, kissing him voraciously as she came awake in his arms, feeling the delicate throbbing beat of her pulse against his fingers. Her hips lifted in a silently entreaty and he smiled down at her as her green eyes slowly opened. “Good morning, Beautiful.”

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