Dawn's Silent Beauty

Dawn's Silent Beauty

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Dawn has two meanings; the rising of the sun and the name of a beautiful woman. Combine the two and the result is an erotic merging of two of natures silent masterpieces. A return to my more romantic eroticism, rather than the more coarse style of some of my recent stories. I hope you enjoy, feel free to comment!

Summary

Dawn has two meanings; the rising of the sun and the name of a beautiful woman. Combine the two and the result is an erotic merging of two of natures silent masterpieces.

A return to my more romantic eroticism, rather than the more coarse style of some of my recent stories. I hope you enjoy, feel free to comment!

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Submitted: September 19, 2014

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Dawn's Silent Beauty

Dawn. The word has two meanings for me, different yet intrinsically linked.

It is dawn. The darkness of the night is beginning to be pushed away by the silent rising of the sun as a new, beautiful day begins. The gloom is failing, gradually retreating to little pocket strongholds in various corners of the room; behind furniture, behind the door, under the bed, silently withdrawing. Gradually even these strongholds lose their power of darkness, the new light quietly fading the dark to mere shadow.

I am looking at Dawn. I am sitting in a chair beside our bed. Dawn is my new wife. Like the dawn that is bringing light to the world outside and gradually into our room, so Dawn has brought new light to my own world. Like the dawn she is beautiful, whatever her mood, just like a new day is beautiful whether it starts grey, wet, frosty, foggy or bright. All of the varying moods of a new day are beautiful in their own way. My Dawn is equally always exquisitely beautiful whatever her mood; happy, sad, reflective or boisterous. Always quietly beautiful.

Dawn is still sleeping. I have stirred early in order to immerse myself in my favourite new indulgence, Dawn watching at dawn, my mind deliberately rousing me in the darkest hour from my own slumber so I can slip from our bed to sit and witness the quiet unveiling of Dawn by the dawn. The increasing light of the new day oh so gradually, silently, reveals the exquisite beauty of my new wife, the dim shadow of her sleeping form gradually being given shape, definition and colour, revealed to my eyes by the quiet rising of the sun.

My heart soars with this revelation, almost bursting as my love for this exquisite woman makes it feel like it will explode from my chest as gradually she is revealed anew to me, reaffirming that love for her that I took to my own rest the previous evening.

And with that love comes desire. Deep, burning desire. I so want to wake my goddess and make love to her. The temptation to do so is almost irresistible by the time full morning has arrived, my manhood hard and demanding. But I know that to do so would only shorten the experience and hence lessen the pleasure. I bid my desire to resist the temptation, to wait, and allow my eyes the time to silently savour the beauty of Dawn for as long as she sleeps.

So my eyes capture every curve, every detail of her sleeping beauty. Dawn will not sleep naked, she has to have something against her skin. She has a collection of sheer, translucent, baby doll nighties and matching tiny panties that she wears to bed. The flimsy garments are enough to satisfy her need for clothing without hiding any of her charms. Quite the opposite in fact, the effect on me is teasingly stimulating, adding enhancement to her perfection, her image sexually erotic in the extreme.

Now as I watch her sleep the dawn has fully broken. Colour is once again brought back to my vision and I rejoice at the added detail. The nights are currently so warm we rarely need covering by sheets or duvet, so she lies in plain view lying on her side. Her colour choice of nightie and panties for the previous night is red. The satin material hugs her curves, but has ridden up over her hips as she moved in her sleep. Her impossibly long shapely legs stretch away down from the lingerie, the lower one almost straight, the top one bent at the knee and accentuating the superb curve of her thigh. Her calves are sleek and ankles almost delicate, her small feet pointed. Her toenails are painted white.

My eyes roam back up her beautiful legs to her bottom, her stunning round bottom covered only by her tiny red panties which are exposed by the ridden up nightie. They actually don't cover much at all. I have to suppress an almost irresistible urge to kiss the beautiful cheeks.

Her hips frame her bottom and narrow above to a slim waist and flat tummy. I can see the outline of her navel shaped through the red satin. Her delicate, slim arms are together like she's in horizontal prayer, partially obscuring her breasts. Her breasts are not large, but not tiny either, like the rest of her they are 'just right'. I can just see the shape of the button of one of her nipples pressed against the fabric, a nipple I know to be small across and pink, but also pronounced, standing quite long and proud when stimulated, so nice to suck and pull between my lips. The thought adds fuel to the urge to wake her and do just that, but I fight and resist. Move on eyes, move on.

Move on they do. To her shoulders, feminine but strong, her long neck that she loves to have kissed. Then her face. Her beautiful face. So serene as she sleeps, so childlike and innocent looking. But I know it will light up with happiness and intelligence when she wakes. It is so perfect to me I could believe it had been designed by mathematical equation to achieve such proportionate perfection. And the face is surrounded by her long mousy hair. Not fair, not brunette, almost unique. Mousy is the best description I can come up with and it is wholly inadequate.

My girl is examined and described to myself in my head for the thousandth time, and I will never tire of the exercise. As she continues to sleep I do it all over again.

The minutes pass, seeming like hours, seeming like nothing. Hours because I want her to wake and time seems to drag; nothing because I want the moment to last forever, to freeze her image of perfection for eternity, but time won't stand still. Now is too short.

Eventually she stirs. My heart jumps. She moves, her breathing changes, her eyes flutter. She stills and settles again, the tip of her sweet pink tongue wetting her lips. But it's only for a short time, then she stirs again. This time her eyes open, her consciousness winning through, regaining control. Her beautiful head raises from her pillow, her hair spilling across one eye. Her hand pushes it away as she sensuously stretches her limbs. Her eyes focus on me sitting watching her and she smiles a beautiful, radiant smile, recognising her mate, her lover, her best friend. The light of the dawn is magnificently reflected back from that gorgeous smile.

Dawn looks expectantly at me, knowing I have been watching her, as I have watched her for many mornings since we became lovers, knowing I have been waiting for her to wake up. She is ready now, wanting me to return to our bed and take my pleasure, and hers, to the next stage. Touch. Now is the time for touch.

Rising from my chair I crawl back across the bed towards her smiling face, her loving hazel eyes now sparkling. Our lips meet in greeting, our first touch of the day. The pleasure of this simple act is in itself thrilling, the joy running like electricity through my spine. She turns on to her back and I follow her movement as she wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me close on top of her, her tongue snaking deliciously into my mouth. Touch. Our bodies touch. More joy.

My hand finds her slim waist, only the cool, slinky, satin fabric of her red nightie separating this touch from her soft skin. My hand pushes the fabric upwards, traveling towards her breast. It nearly gets there but tugs to a halt as the fabric is pinned beneath her back. I slide my hand back down on to the exposed, warm, naked flesh of her tummy, my finger tips tracing across her skin, making her shiver and causing goose bumps to immediately appear. They feel delicately rough beneath my touch. My hand slides back up, this time beneath the satin fabric, feeling the ridges of her lower ribs and then the soft, rising flesh of her breast. My finger tips search out the nipple and find it hard and erect, the shiver and goose bumps having carried up to her chest. I roll the nipple between finger and thumb and Dawn murmurs with pleasure through our continued kiss.

Leaving her lips I push the sexy red nightie up further to completely expose her breasts, dropping my head down and sucking in her other nipple to my mouth. The long teat is erect and firm and I feel the hard little bumps on my tongue as I run it over her nipple. More murmurs.

Down again my lips move, kissing a slow, wandering path towards her tiny red panties, pausing to dip the tip of my tongue into her navel. A ticklish giggle escapes her lips and her legs involuntarily rise as her tummy muscles tense in protest. I pause and smile up at her radiant face, which is happily scolding me for the impudent invasion. Onwards, lips and tongue travelling over that part of the female anatomy that I personally find the most visually erotic, the area between her navel and pussy, that on a woman with a slim figure has a delicious outward curve when she's standing, a sight that sends my ardour instantly climbing. I kiss back and fore across her skin as I move down until I reach her panties.

I sit up and move between her legs, parting them, gazing at the red fabric covering her mound, the outline of her pussy lips clearly showing through the fabric. It's my turn to murmur appreciation, my manhood twitching in anticipation of contacting that sweet valley.

Sitting upright I hold her delicate ankles and spend time kissing and sucking her toes, then along her feet, again feeling the ticklish withdrawal reflex as she tries to pull away involuntarily. Then I kiss the inside of both calves switching from one to the other, up to back of her knees. Another sigh at another touch to an area she loves to be kissed on. Gently lowering her legs I kiss on up her thighs, one side, then the other, looking at her eyes looking at me as I slowly progress back up towards the source of her ultimate pleasure. I can tell she's willing me to get there, but also enjoying the journey as my kisses pleasure the sensitive area of her upper inner thighs.

Eventually I can go no further without touching her sex. I breathe in long and slow, catching the early scent of her arousal, noticing the little damp spot on the fabric of her panties. I make it the target of my tongue, pushing it against the spot, the womanly taste feint yet distinct and powerful. It's like an aphrodisiac, it sends me on more urgently. One firm swipe of my tongue along the fabric from her entrance to her clitoris makes her gasp, then I hook my finger behind the fabric of the crotch and pull it to one side exposing her beautiful, delicate looking pussy to my view, glistening like dew on an autumn dawn. A pause to gaze at its erotic beauty, then my tongue touches the naked flesh and Dawn gasps aloud again with a sharp inward breath, her chest arching up, pushing those tight nipples towards the heaven her body is destined to achieve in not much longer a time.

Her wetness is divine on my tongue, her sweet scent adding to my own arousal even further, my mouth and tongue working in her sex urgently, licking, sucking, pulling, inserting, massaging. Her hips writhe under my mouth and I have to hold her hips to keep her still. Her hands find my head and I feel her fingers entwine in my hair, pulling it unconsciously as she moans softly. I look up her body to her face. Her eyes are tight shut, but in ecstasy now, sleep a discarded and forgotten time. I continue my pleasurable work, continuously licking, sucking, pulling, inserting, massaging, on and on.....

She cums! Dawn explodes into orgasm, her thighs gripping my head, her fingers tugging my hair, her tummy tensing, her breaths short, gasping. I feel her pussy pulse on my tongue, I taste her increased flow of nectar. I hear her call out unintelligibly as ecstasy grips her. I continue to kiss and lick as her orgasm fades, slower, less urgent, lovingly. Her fingers stroke my hair and her thighs relax, indicating near normal senses have returned. I crawl up her body to find her mouth with mine and our tongues entwine.

I sit upright again. Time for a new touch. The ultimate touch. I need to be inside her. I hold her hips and apply a gentle twist, indicating I want her to turn onto her tummy. She complies, flipping gracefully over. I lift her hips so she is on her knees. I ease her sexy panties to the side once more and guide my hard cock to her pussy, rubbing the swollen head in her wetness for a few seconds, delighting in the warm, sensuous feeling of her womanhood. I can't hold back any longer, I push inside her. She's tight, but very ready and two firm thrusts is enough to coat my length in her secreting wetness and slide into her depths.

Slipping easily and slowly I stroke my cock in and out of her pussy. My hands caress joyously over her gorgeous bottom, my eyes feast on the sight of her red pantie clad cheeks and my cock entering her pink pussy, my ears delight in the sounds of her new moans. Her elegant back is stretched out in a graceful arc in front of me, the red nightie ruffled up near her shoulders. I reach forward and stroke her back, feeling her soft firm skin on my palms and fingers. Taking hold of the hem of her nightie I pull it back down, now delighting in the feel of the soft, sexy fabric gliding over her skin. I can tell she likes the sensation of the satin soothingly caressing her back too. I reach my hands round to her front and slide the satin over her breasts, feeling the nipples tighten afresh under the silky touch. I nip the buds through the material making Dawn gasp again. We take our time, indulging our tactile senses.

Urgency returns to me once more and I speed up the pace, holding her hips as I make long, firm strokes into her, needing to but not wanting to build and fulfil my ultimate goal, that paradox of my orgasm being something I desperately need, but that I desperately want to postpone too. But I can't have both. Dawn cries out in pleasure at the increased pace, enjoying the additional friction on her pussy nerves, causing her to utter little cries in time with my pace. Her head drops to the bed sheet and her breath starts to catch. She's going to cum again. I fuck her harder, she pushes back into me in time, her cries matching the strokes. She squeals, she cums. I can feel her muscles squeezing my shaft in pulses. I can't contain myself further, the time is almost over. I cum, deep, pulsing, mind-blowing convulsions spilling my seed deep inside her. I gasp for breath as the zenith of my orgasm passes and my senses slowly return. My heart is pumping and my body needs oxygen. I breath deeply to calm my screaming nervous system. Dawn must feel the same as she breathes deeply below me, a look of serenity spreading on her face. A moment longer, enjoying the final vestiges of my withering hardness in her wet warmth, then I slide down onto the bed and Dawn follows me, cuddling into me, kissing my face. I kiss her back.

We lay snuggled together for an age, gently caressing each other. I can hear her breathing. I know she can't hear mine, but maybe she feels it. What nature gives with one hand it seems she takes away with another. Maybe my beautiful Dawn had to pay for her visible perfection with an invisible defect. She is profoundly deaf, which also means she's mute. But it makes no difference to me. I have learned to talk to her, through signs and lips. And I will forever love my beautiful, silent, Dawn.


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