‎Slowly I make my way down the hall towards the bedroom, making sure to move quietly. I know that I will find you still curled up under the folds of your blanket. My heartbeat thrums with excitement and expectation, eager for the sight of your body sprawled out before me. As if I had sent a plea to some unnamed deity, I find you uncovered, body strewn over the crumpled-up blanket you had forsaken at some point. Even in the dim light, the curves of you make my body feel like it has caught fire. I crave the feel of your skin against my fingertips and the taste of you on the tip of my tongue.
‎It takes everything I have in order to gently crawl onto the bed, having left my shirt and sweatpants strewn behind me. I reach out and ever so tenderly brush my hand along your thigh, working my way up to the curve of your ass, where I have to resist claiming a handful of it like the greedy creature that I am. ‎This is where you stir softly from the depths of your sleep. You linger there on the cusp of reality, where everything still seems very much like a dream. Even as I direct your relaxed form so that you are on your back, there is little to no resistance against my guiding hands.
‎When I spread your legs and bow my head to place kisses along your inner thighs, that is when I peel the first notes of your innocent sounds. They are pure reactions, unfettered by self-control or concern of being heard. They are ecstasy distilled to perfection. ‎I earn a raspy gasp when my mouth finds your clit, and you feel the tingle my lower lip causes as it brushes over it. Soon after my tongue seeks it out, teasing slowly, circling and flicking with determined restraint. Coaxing you out of your haze of sleep with unexpected and overwhelming sensations.
‎Your fingers reach out, taking hold of anything they can. One hand finds the pillow behind your head and the other tangles in my hair. Now you are offering up soft prayers to me, along with breathless moans and shuddering sighs. Urging on that primal need I have to make you cum before you are fully aware of your surroundings. ‎I roll my body upwards, forcing my tongue to drag along your needful cunt, catching the hood of your clit as I pull upwards, and force your hips to buck with uncontrollable instinct. I hum against the mouthful I have of you and do it again. Over and over until I feel your body tighten. With one more draw of my tongue, I open up the floodgates and let the taste of you wash over me.
‎That is when I no longer force my hunger down into my belly. Instead, I grasp at your thighs and force your hips upwards, burying my face as deeply as I can between them. My chin teases the opening of your cunt just as the tip of my tongue swirls around your clit, working to draw out your next orgasm faster. I feel your fingers grip and pull as your body shudders again and again. ‎When you are breathless I stop and let your hips rest back against the bed. Like a predator I crawl up your body, tongue trailing along your skin, leaving eager but teasing bites on the way upwards. Pausing to give attention to each nipple, treating them to the same curling tease that had made you cum.
‎As I reach your mouth I look you in the eyes and admire the lust-drunk gaze you look up at me with. When I capture your lips, I part them with my tongue and share the taste you left on the tip of it with you. It is a hungry, passionate kiss, and I make sure to take your breath away before I break it.
