While she was Sleeping (X)
It was one in the morning, time to go to bed. Tyler turned off the television and quietly began to make his way up the stairs. He had to try to be quiet so that he wouldn't wake up Erin. Erin was always asleep by this time of night and Tyler knew it. In fact, he was counting on it. Moving slowly, he approached the door making an effort to make as little noise as possible. With exaggerated slowness Tyler gently opened the door to their bedroom, the soft sound of deep breathing betrayed the fact that Erin was asleep. With an evil grin Tyler crept into the room and looked down at his partner.
Erin's long hair pooled around her head, illuminated by the summer moonlight coming through the window. The light was insufficient to make out much detail, but Tyler's memory filled in what his eyes couldn't see. His wife had fine features with full lips and a small, upturned nose under long blond hair. Her smooth skin was without blemishes, and she rarely needed to wear any foundation. Moving restlessly in her sleep she rolled onto her back allowing the moonlight to reveal her profile through the thin sheets. Her arms and legs were pleasantly muscular but not too muscular, the build of a dancer rather than a weightlifter. Her tight stomach and small perky breasts showed little fat, evidence of the fact that she took care of her body.
Moving carefully Tyler stepped into the ensuite bathroom closing the door before turning on the light. He began to strip, removing his clothing with care so as to avoid making too much noise. He stripped his jeans off his legs revealing his firm and muscular thighs, a result of exercising at the same gym as his wife. A broad muscular back, tight abs and thick arms testified to how much time he spent working out. Discarding his underwear, he relieved himself into the toilet taking the time to wash his penis with warm water afterwards. Normally he would just give a little shake but tonight he wanted to be clean for Erin's benefit, he had plans for her. Turning off the light before opening the door he waited for his night vision to return. It was a game they played with each other. Whoever fell asleep first would sometimes be woken up in a pleasant way.
Naked he crept up to the bed on all fours, careful to make as little sound as possible. Erin was still lying on her back, asleep with her legs partially spread. With care and slow movements Tyler slid his head under the sheets at the foot of the bed. Applying his weight gently he began creeping up the bed between her feet taking care not to touch her, his body was beginning to tent the sheet between her legs. Leaning forward, he began to inch his way up the bed, positioning his head between her knees. He started to blow gently on the inside of her knees, letting his hot breath encourage her legs to open of their own volition. Her breathing suddenly changed as her legs opened.
"Hello handsome," Erin said, her voice betraying that he had woken her up.
"Shhh," Tyler replied, "You're supposed to be sleeping."
"That sounds like fun," she said.
Then she started to make a fake snoring sound, pretending to be asleep. As she snored, she spread her legs, willingly giving him access. With the moonlight shining through the window, he was able to see the faint outline of her womanhood.
Supporting his weight with his arms he lowered his head to the inside of her thighs. With gentle kisses to her inner thigh, he began to work his way around her vulva, touching her soft skin lightly with his lips. She stopped making the fake snoring sound and her breathing took on a needy tone. She shifted her legs, lifting her knees. He bent forward and brought his arms underneath, shifting her body with gentle touches. This left her lying on her back with her knees bent and her legs spread wantonly. Her womanhood was fully exposed and inches from his mouth.
Once again, he started with kisses to her inner thighs, taking his time and breathing deeply of the faint feminine scent wafting from her exposed womanhood. With the tip of his tongue, he made contact with her outer lips, easily parting the fine hairs of her vulva. His lips followed his tongue, and he began to kiss the outside of her, working his way up and down her outer folds. Her small hairs tickled his nose. In measured amounts he increased the pressure of his kisses until her outer folds parted, teasing his mouth with her moisture. With his tongue he opened her lips further, teasing them slowly from the base up to just before her clit, careful not to make contact with her sensitive little button. Under his skillful tongue she began to moan.
The contact between the lips of his mouth and her outer lips was constant now as he lapped gently at the inside of her rapidly moistening slit. Her flavor was faint but lingering and the taste of her womanhood began to fill his mouth. It was an incredible aphrodisiac, and he was getting hard just from the taste. His tongue started to linger at her inner lips as he began to thrust it gently against the now fully exposed opening. With slight shifts of his upper body, he gently thrust his entire mouth against her womanhood timing the thrusts of his tongue to correspond to the shifts of his body. He was rewarded quickly as Erin started thrusting back. Moving quickly, he brought his tongue up her slit to her clitoris. In a rhythm to her thrusting, he began to stroke her clit up and down, back and forth. Her moans became throatier and more needy. Lapping at the center of her pleasure he was unsurprised to feel her legs close around the back of his head.
Moaning in a loud and shameless tone Erin began thrusting her clit against Tyler's mouth, while pulling his head down with her legs. Knowing what she wanted, Tyler opened his jaw and allowed her to thrust her clit into his mouth, against his tongue. Her outer lips were spread around his chin, and he could feel her womanhood spreading its moisture across his face. Harder and harder she thrust no longer needing any movement on his part now that she had his face perfectly positioned. Moving his hands up her sides he began to cup and caress her breasts. The grip on his head was soft and wet but iron in its strength and he offered no resistance as she used his face to get more and more pleasure. Her moaning and thrusting became insistent and rhythmic, increasing in pace reaching for climax. A twitching of her legs and a particularly loud moan signaled her orgasm, and the iron grip of her legs relaxed with a spasm and one final thrust of her hard clitoris against his tongue.