He is sleeping now after coming to me three times this night and taking what he wanted he finally sleeps. I have never been able to refuse him, and never will. He is buried as deep inside my soul as often as inside my body and I know without a doubt that I could never leave him.
Even in his sleep he still wants me. His large member hard and straining beneath the sheets and I cannot resist. Slowly I peel the covers away exposing him to my hungry eyes.
Reaching out I softly take him in my hand and have to stifle a moan, as my mind floods with deliciously erotic images, of being filled with his hardness over and over again as I scream with pleasure.
I love the way he feels...like hardened steel covered in soft warm silk. Not wanting to wake him from his dreams I begin to stroke him gently. I know I should feel guilty for molesting him while he sleeps but I have been awakened by his hands running over my flesh so many times that I think it is only fair of me to return the favor.
His body is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen he has a face like it was chiseled from marble but warn with age. He carries himself like a warrior from some ancient time long past and has the build to prove it.
He has what I would call an athlete's body not bodybuilder huge, but large enough to make me feel small when I am beside him. With broad shoulders and strong arms created not in a gym but through years of hard work. His fingers are long and tapered and his touch is enough to make me scream with pleasure at his first caress.
Bending forward I gently run my tongue over the tip of his cock and he moans softly as if I have just invaded his dream. I spread his legs so that I can fit between them and settle in for a long slow and deliberate torture.
I quickly lower my mouth over his shaft as far as I can without choking and suck hard while caressing the underside with my tongue. As I raise my mouth I see that he is now awake and I smile slightly with his tip resting in my mouth.
Our eyes lock and he reaches out for me. I know what he wants and I won't give it to him this time, it is my turn to play. With my mouth still just covering his tip and my eyes focused in his I reach for both of his hands, and when he places them in mine I force them firmly to the bed conveying with my eyes what I want.
He gathers the blankets beneath him into tight fists as he nods his agreement, and I break my eye contact with him so I can focus completely on my task. With a popping sound I remove my mouth from his tip and begin the slow torturous process that I know will give him the most pleasure.
Holding his cock in my hand I move it so that I can run my tongue over the large sack hanging beneath. I pepper the sensitive skin with small kisses and slight nips and smile to myself as I hear a moan and his breathing increase.
Moving away from his sack I kiss my way up the underside of his cock stopping to suck every now and then being rewarded with soft moans for my effort. Never wanting him to know what is coming next I place my hands on his legs motioning for him to bend them. He does giving me more room to explore and I take full advantage.
I cup his balls running my fingers over them causing him to arch his back, which is exactly what I want. Quickly I run my tongue from the crack of his ass over his sack and up the underside of his cock as if he were my own personal ice cream cone. He moans his pleasure and I return my attention to his sack sucking one perfect orb into my mouth I swirl my tongue around loving the way his skin tastes.
