It had been hard lately. We were drifting apart. Things had been stressful and we were tired and stressed out. We hadn't been intimate in weeks. I wanted to, but I feared that my advances would be met with rejection or disdain.
So now I stand over her watching her sleep. She's so beautiful when she sleeps. Her cute little whines and whispers. The way her immaculate face contorts to little half smiles as she dreams of being somewhere pleasant. The way her gorgeous dark hair dangles on her face, dancing a little dance on her forehead.
I watch as her slow, perfectly timed breaths slowly raise her smooth, round, breasts up and down. Rhythmically like a sensual metronome. Up..... Down..... Up....... Down....up...
As she exhaled her next breath, her loose fitting, green half-shirt (which was a favorite of mine) slipped off her right breast. As it gently fell to the side I was greeted with the sight of a most delicious looking pink nipple. I love her nipples. Absolute perfection in my eyes.
I looked away, but my eyes betrayed me and traveled back to her glorious breast, still softly heaving up and down, revealing tiny extensions of the supple exposed view I had previously been lucky to receive.
I wanted her. I craved her. I yearned to touch her, to caress her, to kiss her and of course, to fuck her. But after our recent marital problems, I didn't know how any more.
I sat down next to her on the bed. The closer I got to her, the more my body quaked and trembled. I could feel her breaths on the mattress. Her whole breast was exposed now. Moving slowly up and down.
I just kept watching her sleep. She smiled and even let out a little giggle. I wondered what she was dreaming. Was it about me? My heart fluttered. And..... did my cock just twitch? It hasn't moved in days. Maybe it's just in my head.
I look to the bottom of the bed and see her gorgeous legs leading down to her sexy little feet. Those toes, so suckable. Those soles so smooth and fuckable. Just then she stretches and spreads her toes wide, allowing me to see each and every cute little piggy... Ok, that time I think it definitely moved!
I bring my gaze back up to her face, pausing briefly on the breast present I could have asked for right now. She is still sleeping like an angel. Still smiling and mumbling incoherently. I can't usually make out what she's say--
"Mmmm, I want you Daddy" she mumbled, still sleeping.
This time there was no question. My cock jumped to attention! The blood rushing into my dick, growing it, filling it. I leaned in closer so I could smell her sweet skin. Without realizing it I found my face just an inch from her breast.. The smell was intoxicating. Sweet like cotton candy. My eyes still fixated on that pink, perky nipple.
I felt my tension rising and relaxing at the same time. I wanted to touch. And "Daddy" was her nickname for me. So she was already thinking about me...What if she wakes up? What will she say?
I decided to throw caution to the wind. I opened my mouth and slowly extended my tongue until it finally touched down on her firm nipple. It felt so warm and silky. My tongue. Her nipple. Tip to tip. My dick throbbing with want. My heart pounding with fears. My brain crashiing with uncertainty.
I begin to slowly trace my tongue around her erect nipple. Making a tight circle around and around, never breaking contact, as if my tongue were magnetized to it. Her nipple rising and hardening with each non consensual lap around.