I wake. It's the early hours of the morning. I can see the soft glow of the moon shining through the curtains, softly illuminating the room.
A movement. A sigh. Dawn lies beside me, facing away on her side.
The duvet rises and falls in time with the rhythm of her breathing.
I can hear her sighing again. A dream. Something nice, comforting.
My cock grows hard.
Perhaps she is thinking about earlier today? In the shower, perhaps, or when we were in the lounge watching a dvd.
It doesn't matter. Her hair is shining in the soft light and I can see it play across her face, her cheeks strangely flushed and her lips pouting as she draws breath again.
I roll toward her, nestling into her, my arm around her hips, drawing her tight.
My cock, now rubbing against her ass grows harder still, a drop of liquid seeping from the tip.
She sleeps.
Should I? Would she mind? I feel so naughty, like a child who has been caught stealing from the cookie jar.
My cock hardens again, this time pushing in between her ass cheeks.
She sighs. Is she awake? I take the weight from her hips, and slide myself around to better angle myself.
Again, should I? What if she is angry at me?