He opened his eyes.
There it was again.
The blink of the light had done its job. He quietly reached down to the floor next to the bed and pushed the button on the side of his watch, shutting off the silent flash. Light from the full moon was peeking through the slats in the window blinds, making the room visible.
He slowly rolled over to look at her.
She was a sound sleeper, having already missed her alarm once this week.
This morning, hopefully, that would work to his benefit.
He watched her for a moment, lying on her back, her long hair a jumbled mess around her head. Reaching over carefully, so as not to wake her, he ran his fingers through her tousled mane. It was silky, as he knew it would be. He loved the feel of it. He knew that, if he leaned over and buried his nose in it, he would smell the shampoo from her shower the night before.
But it wasn't time for that.
Yet.
The sheet had been pushed down to her waist, exposing her breasts. Lying on her back, gravity had flattened them against her body.
But those nipples...
Cool air from the ceiling fan stirred across her skin, Her "annoyingly huge nipples," as she referred to them, chilled by the breeze, were swollen to perfection. He watched as, with each breath of her deep sleep, they rose, only to settle slowly again each time she exhaled.
He was tempted to lean over and take one into his mouth. There were few things he enjoyed more than suckling her breasts. The thought of rolling his tongue around her nipples and feeling them harden even more in his mouth, excited him, causing his erection to twitch.
But it wasn't time for that, either.
Silently, he slipped out of the bed and stealthily made his way around it, until he was standing at the footboard.
Naked, he stood.
Watching her.
Subconsciously, he reached down to his throbbing dick and slowly stroked it with the rhythm of the rise and fall of her breasts. After just a few tugs, he felt his balls tighten.
"Whoa. Better cut that out." he thought, turning loose of his shaft.
"Don't want this to be over with before it gets started," he smiled to himself.
He reached down, carefully took hold of the sheet, and gently began pulling it towards himself.
He watched as it glided over her body, first exposing her flat stomach, then the curve of her hips and, at long last, the cleft where her legs met. He paused briefly to stare at the neatly trimmed patch of hair, anticipating what was to come.
He resumed pulling on the sheet, savoring every inch of her legs as they were revealed to him.
"She's always had good legs," he thought. He had first noticed them years before.
And now, he could hardly wait to get between them.
"This is going to be the tricky part," he told himself as the top of the sheet cleared her feet.
Her legs were spread slightly. Leaning over the foot of the bed, he reached out with both hands and, ever so lightly, brushed the inside of her thighs with his fingertips. Instinctively, she pulled her legs up and away from the tickle of his touch, leaving herself spread and open to him.
After a quick look at her face to make sure she was still asleep, he placed his hands on the mattress between her legs and carefully climbed over the footboard of the bed.
"Being tall does have its advantages," he thought, as he knelt between her legs.
