There was something about watching this man as he slept. To me, it was a beautiful thing. There was something about the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the way his face looked so peaceful as he dreamed, and the quiet snoring sounds he made as he slept. Watching this man as he slept was what made my day start off great every morning.
This one day, in particular, was no different from any other. I had woken up in our standard spoon set with his arms wrapped tightly around me and my naked body nestled into the curvatures of his own. It was nine in the morning, and I knew that Jeremy was not waking up any time soon, unless he had some type of motivation. However, there were things that needed to be done, and if I needed to play alarm clock, I was more than happy to oblige.
Jeremy was notorious for being such a hard sleeper, and this worked to my advantage as I ripped the covers from our naked bodies and gently pulled his arms from around my waist. I turned over and watched him stir and turn over on his back just like I wanted him to. I paused to admire his beautiful body and it took my breath away every single time. My eyes drifted down his body from the top of his head down to the bottom of his feet. They scanned the neatly trimmed patch of hair and the smooth space below that marked the beginning of his happy trail. My eyes continued their journey passing over his softened, sleepy dick to his muscular thighs and stopping at his calves. His body was a work of art, and it was all mine to enjoy for as long as he allowed me to.
He was absolutely perfect.
I watched him for a few minutes longer before gently running a finger across his face. The prickles of unshaven hair tickled my fingertips as I ventured down his neck to his chest. His nipples peaked at my touch and I couldn't help but giggle at their responsiveness. Moving over to his arm, my fingers gently cupped themselves around his bicep. I always marveled at how well he took care of himself. He ran track and played football in high school and here he was three years later, still muscular and physically fit. My fingers ran across all the curves of his muscles, branding each of them in my mind. Each bulge, each depression, each rise, and each fall, categorized and filed away in my mind for later retrieving. I memorized each part of his body as my hand traced him all avoiding his dick. It would receive its own personal attention soon.
After my fingers finished their journey stopping at his ankles, my lips began their own. I kissed his calves and his thighs and gently nipped his hip bone with my teeth and tongue. Further up, I peppered his torso with kisses up to his neck and stopped just at his jaw. His body shifted as he continued dreaming of the beautiful woman loving on his body just as I was not knowing what was in store for him.
It was times like this that made me happy that Jeremy was a heavy sleeper. It gave me time to admire and show my appreciation for the things that he would do for me. My hands drifted once again finally giving much needed attention to his slowly swelling member. It was still soft, but his lower half was defiantly aware that I was there. Starting at his thigh, my finger traced all the way up just barely touching the side of his dick feeling it come to life against my hand. I looked up his face to see my darling husband still sound asleep, deep in his fantasy world where the woman of his dreams was touching him in his most sensitive areas making him squirm and writhe and pleasure. I watched his face as I gently wrapped my fingers around his shaft and smiled when I heard him quietly moan in his sleep.
My eyes drifted back down his body. I watched every rise and fall of his chest; every hitch in his breaths as I began to slowly stroke his full length. I watched as he grew under the skillful ministrations of my fingers and my mouth began watering at the possibilities. I've been checking alot of things off my "never done" list and this one was a no-brainer. My eyes flicked over to the clock on the bedside table and saw that I had been exploring my lover's body for almost thirty minutes now. Jeremy had slept long enough. It was time to wake up.
Loud pulsating heartbeats was all I heard as I continued to stroke his dick slowly. I was excited and there was no denying it. I felt my juices slide down my thighs as I sat up and bent over his waist. His dick stood proud at seven and three quarter inches and I couldn't wait to taste. My tongue flicked out running across his swollen head, tasting a small drop of his pearly liquid. Sweet and musky as always, and I refused to have it any other way .
He stirred for a moment before settling down once again into his quiet slumber before I began my work. My lips wrapped around his head as I slowly slid downward taking in each inch and tasting his manliness. My fingers remained tight against his base just above his balls, as my lips worked his shaft. I wasn't even trying hard. I was still half lit. I didn't want him to come while he was sleeping. That was his reward if he woke up.
His body became ever more aware as his dreams became even more vivid. My heart pounded faster in my ears as I began to suck harder. His hips began slowly thrusting in rhythm with the movements of my head. A hand ran across the top of my head before grabbing a firm grip of my ponytail, and I couldn't help but smirk a little to myself. He was wide awake and ready to play.
He rolled his hips lightly as I rolled my tongue across his head. A low moan rumbled through his body as his hand slid from my hair down to my shoulders. It further explored past my shoulders to the dip in my back to to my abundant hips where it sat gently squeezing. I opened my eyes and looked up to meet his dark brown ones. His eyes were glazed over in pleasure as I gently squeezed his balls and sucked him hard. I knew he was close. SO close. And just before things got too heavy, I stopped it all. But kept lightly stroking his dick.
"What," the question came out in a low strain.
