She opened her eyes to darkness, not quite sure what awoke her. She waited a moment until her eyes adjusted to the darkness, making out the outlines of the objects in the room. She lay there another moment, listening. Her lips curved into a slow smile, hearing his steady breathing next to her. She stretched, allowing her leg to brush back against his. He shifted slightly, but remained in his slumber. She turned to face him then, her body stretched out along his. Lifting her hand, she traced his jaw lightly with a fingertip. He turned his head a little with the light touch, murmuring something beneath his breath. She knew he wouldn't wake fully. He had worked late last night. She had felt him slip into bed next to her in the early morning, pulling her into his embrace. Into the spot she fit so perfectly. Still watching him, she leaned in to brush her lips over his. Again he murmured, turning over onto his back. She lay still then, waiting to see if he would pull her to him. When he continued to sleep, she shifted to pull her body over his.
Straddling him, she settled her hips against his. She rocked against him, slowly at first, the only thing between them was his boxers and her panties. She continued the slow motion of her hips, feeling his cock harden beneath her. She heard his low moan, and yet...he remained asleep. She grinned as she felt him begin to throb against her. Only then did she begin to move down his body. She shifted again, her leg moving between his. With a nudge of her knee, she had his legs parted, allowing her to slide down all the way. Her gaze never left his face. Finally, she rested there a moment. She could feel the heat of him, could see the thick outline of his cock pressing against his shorts. She leaned in, tracing that outline with the tip of her tongue before giving it a slow, long lick. The thin material sticking to that pulsing shaft. He moaned again, parting his legs a little more. She was sure he thought he was dreaming. A very sensual, realistic dream. She mouthed at him, sucking the swollen head between her lips, tasting him even through the boxers covering him. She pulled her head back slightly, letting just her tongue tease him. The tip of it parting the slit in the shorts. Lifting her hand and reaching forward, she wriggled her fingers into the opening, circling that cock. She whimpered then, seeing the single bead of precum on the tip. She began to stroke...slow, deliberate strokes. She lowered her head to swipe her tongue over his balls. She teased him, licking, grazing her teeth against him, her hand tightening with each stroke.
