The feeling of silk brushing gently against his wrists penetrates his dream. The silk ribbon tugs his wrist up to the bedpost. Another ribbon touches the other wrist. Still not yet awake, he helps the ribbon move his arm to the other bedpost. A cool breeze touches his naked chest. In his dream, a bird flutters past his chest and face.
A soft brush of silk pulls around his ankle. A gentle hand caresses the ankle and moves his leg closer to the foot of the bedpost. He's starting to stir. This doesn't feel quite like a dream. She licks his toes and the bottom of his foot. Then her lips flutter to his ankle, splashing little kisses up to his knee. She licks the back of his knee. A part of him is quite awake now, but still the man sleeps.
The woman is patient. She switches attention to his other leg. She kisses his thigh, her hair caressing him. A small lick and more kisses follow. She traces a path down his leg. She is wet with excitement, but the man appears to slumber peacefully. She finally reaches his other ankle and gently ties it to the last bed pole.
His rod is stiff, but the man says not a word. Not quite so patient now, she leans over to touch his chest. Her fingers caress his nipples. They stiffen with her touch. She must lick them. There is no way not to. A little nip- in irritation that he can still sleep. Then she licks more of his chest, reveling in the flavor. She wanders up to kiss his neck, her full breasts touching his chest. He growls lightly in his throat. She kisses more and then licks his ear. The man growls again and strains against the ties on his wrists. She whispers quietly in his ear, assuring him.
He lifts his chest up to press against her breasts. She is wild with pleasure from the pressure. He turns his face to kiss her. He thrusts his tongue in her mouth, but she pulls away. He does not get to make choices this time. She gives a brief kiss to let him know there will be more kissing later.