I stretched my arms and rolled over. I listened to the soft sound of your snores while I waited for the fog of morning to clear from my muddled head. Slowly my mind began to recall those elusive little details; who I am. who you are, where we are, what we did last night. That last detail brought a smile to my face. Flashes of last night played like rays of sunshine through my clouded mind.
It started with drinks, reliving time gone by. The magic of the music and alcohol weaved their spell around the evening, and we ended up naked, sweaty, panting and intertwined. The memories were falling into place though, distorted by a haze of alcohol. My hands began an unconscious exploration to parallel my mental wanderings, and eventually my need brought me out of my memories and into the moment.
You look content and peaceful in your sleep. I lay there enjoying the feel of our naked flesh pressing against each other, not quite sure where you end and I begin. I allowed my eyes to travel across your prone form, and try as I might, I cannot find words to describe you. I can easily call your image to mind and yet, words never could convey what I see when I look at you. I can list your eye color, but the color never compared to the mischievous sparkle that overtakes them when you are up to no good. The shape of your lips means nothing without the patented smile. Your physical body, while capable of being quite pleasant, has always paled to the essence of you.
I had intended to lay quietly and let you rouse naturally, but my memories and wandering hands, changed my plans. Careful not to rouse you, I slip down under the comforter. I gently slide my hand down your chest, following your happy trail to my target. Your breathing quickens for a moment and I pause, not wanting to break the spell. When your breathing has returned to normal, I begin my undercover mission. I kiss gently along the same path my fingers had just taken. The kisses arouse the part of your body that currently holds my interest while the rest of you remains dreaming. Once I've fully awakened your manhood, I wrap my lips around it and make it my own.
There is a part of me that's always loved this. There is something comforting about the feel of a nice, hard cock between my lips. I love the feel of it twitching in response to my oral ministration. It's empowering to set a pace and watch as you stir, helpless in the face of overwhelming pleasure. I look up at you with eyes that have stolen your sparkle and watch as your mind grasps for morning meaning. A happy moan escapes your lips and I know that your battle for meaning is temporarily lost.
