The dream that he couldn't quite remember startled Lance awake, and seeing her sleeping beside him, her rhythmic breathing soft against his chest as they lay naked under a single sheet, made him sure that he wouldn't be returning to slumber any time soon.
He brushed her soft hair away from her face, and wondered what she was dreaming, and found himself getting hard again re-living the moments that led up to explosive orgasms for both of them. She had ridden him hard, stopping every so often with tight squeezes to let him thrust upward over and over inside her. He felt the dribbles of pre-ejaculate leak a bit, then squeezed his member to avoid another spot on her satin sheets.
Lance desperately wanted to be inside her warmth again, but didn't want to wake her. He considered going into the bathroom to relieve himself, but as she moved slightly her legs spread just a little, and suddenly his desire turned to just pleasing her instead. And still, he didn't want to disturb her. He moved his hips carefully away from her, and stopped in mid-slide when she mumbled something. "Shhhh. It's alright. Keep sleeping," Lance whispered softly in the goddess's near ear.
He slid the sheet to the side of the bed, uncovering them, and she shivered slightly, but kept sleeping. More pre-ejaculate dribble escaped as his hands, like a feather, touched her breasts and thighs.
"Shhhh...," he whispered again when she stirred slightly a second time.
Lance lifted her arm off his belly then, and gently rolled her leg off. With careful maneuvering, he laid her flat on her back. And still, she kept sleeping.
'Do I dare?' he thought.
He quietly scooted his butt a little farther away and leaned in closer to her stunning nudeness. With an opened palm, like a piece of lace, he touch a nipple, moving his hand in a slow, circular motion. He licked the valley between her gorgeous mounds, cupping one of them in an easy massaging motion. He planted his mouth around a stiffening nipple, first suckling it like a baby does its mother, then licking softly around it. She shivered again, slightly, but still didn't wake.
Not wanting to disturb such a sensitive spot further, Lance licked a path to her naval while a free hand gently parted her thighs further. He touched her wetness... new wetness? or their love juices that were leftover when they fell asleep. A finger found her clitoris and flicked it lightly, then adding his thumb, he squeezed slightly. She spread her legs a little wider, but still slept soundly.
'My God,' he thought. 'Is she dreaming that I'm here? Or is she just pretending to be asleep.'
A soft snore confirmed his first guess. His lips continued where his finger and thumb had let off, and he kissed her labia softly. He sucked her hardened clit as he would a peppermint drop, and moved two fingers in and out of her to the rhythm of her steady breathing. He stopped to check if she was still asleep, and when confident that she was, he slid around to lay between her legs; his face at the soft hairy triangle where her thighs joined. He slid his hands, palm side up, beneath her butt and caressed each cheek. She squeaked ever so softly, almost inaudibly, and her warm wetness yielded to his tongue's probing. She spread her legs as far as they could go, and kept on dreaming. Her mouse-like squeaks became slightly louder moans as his tongue glided slowly up and down her labia in wide licks. She shook in spasms; her legs stiffened; and her toes pointed upward, as if straining to touch the ceiling. She moaned again, nearly screaming, and grabbed his head, pushing his face tighter against her flooding vagina. Lance sucked and licked as fast as he could to avoid any more spillage on the red silky-like sheets, but failed to control his own flow. He had "arrived" without ever touching himself.
