The sun sneaks through the blinds and one of the warm rays reaches down to caress my cheek. I yawn and stretch, rolling over onto my stomach quietly so as not to wake you. I smile remembering the party we had last night...good friends and lots of wine. My eyes flutter open and I greet the new day, propping myself up on my elbow to watch you for a bit. You lie peacefully next to me, sound asleep, unaware of my eyes skimming over your body.
I watch your chest rise and fall rhythmically as you breathe and in the silence of the morning I can almost feel your heart beating in time with mine. My hand rises unconsciously to touch your cheek, but I pull away at the last second, a mischievous grin making its way across my lips.
I lean over you, making sure you really are quite soundly asleep before I grab hold of the covers. Inch by agonizing inch I slowly pull them down, exposing your chest, your belly, your groin and your thighs. I sigh in contentment as i take time to look over every inch of you, every freckle, every dimple in your skin, nothing escapes my notice.
I bite my bottom lip to keep from moaning and waking you or your friend who is sound asleep on the living room couch having had far too much wine last night. Very quietly I make my way toward the foot of the bed pausing every time I feel you stir. I lay myself down on my stomach between your open legs, my elbows resting on the outsides of your thighs.
