I stand, leaning against the doorframe of the bedroom door. I am in nothing but my own skin, the way that I prefer to be. The way that you prefer me to be, at least when we are alone together. I watch you sleeping quietly for a change. I know that you havenβt done so in a very long time.
Way to many painful memories, that not just any woman would understand about. I guess I stand apart from the crowd in that respect. Growing up in a military family has well prepared me to deal with your nightmares. From the ones where you toss and turn, to the ones where you wake screaming, in a cold sweat, and panicked in a manner that would scare lesser women to the point that they run. You have been sleeping for hours now, and as I watch over you, I see the nightmares start.
Watching you start to moan and wad the sheet in your hands, I know that it is time for me to intervene. I will not allow you to do this anymore. You have had enough and I know how to stop it. I move quietly in bare feet over the floor. I softly call your name. Watching you try to struggle out of the hell that is your nightmare, I reach the bed.
Watching your hands and feet, which I know can hurt me if I am not thinking clearly, I sit gently on the bed. I worm a hand under the covers and find your hip. I am talking very quietly to you. Gently stroking your hip, I move my hand slowly towards your cock. Reaching it, my fingers softly wrap around it, beginning to stroke you awake. I feel your body start to wake up. Your body responds to me as if it is the most natural thing in the world.
I move my mouth down to your pubic line and let my lips barely brush the head of your cock. Your balls are being gently rolled in my other hand. Stroking up and at the same time, sucking just the head of your cock into my mouth, I moan. The vibrations cause your eyes to open just enough for your brain to register that it is me and what I am doing to you.