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In the Middle of the Night (MF, rom)
by Damya
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He looks so peaceful sleeping next to me, his face relaxed, his chest
rising and falling gently with each breath. What a beautiful man... My
eyes slide over him from the tip of his dark head down to where I know
his cock is under the blanket.
I hold my breath as I feel the familiar rush of sexual arousal, laughing
silently to myself at the fact that I WOULD have to feel frisky in the
middle of the night, while he is in the otherworld of dreams. Too bad...
But wait a minute, I have this sexy man lying here in my bed, so why
shouldn't I take advantage of it? Granted, he is sleeping, but that can
be fixed. Grinning mischievously, I move until I am seated over his
stomach.
Leaning over, trying to be as quiet as possible, I kiss his neck, my
tongue slipping warmly over him. He doesn't even stir. I thread my hands
through his hair and slowly breathe into his ear, knowing how much he
likes that when he is awake. Sliding down a little bit, I begin to suck
and lick his nipples into little pointy peaks.
He sighs quietly, still asleep, and shifts so that the blanket covering
his lower half moves down, exposing his sleeping cock. An idea comes to
me, and I scramble down a bit further, and breath a warm breath of air
on his limp cock. I can feel the wetness gathering between my legs at
the thought of putting my mouth on his manhood and lathing it with my
tongue.
I take the tip of my tongue and slowly trail it down his shaft from his
head to his base. His pubic hair tickles my face, and his particular
aroma seeps into my nostrils. I breathe in, loving his smell. I lick his
balls, gently, and finally flatten my tongue at the little opening at
his head, and lick off his precum.
"Mmmmmm..." I moan to myself, enjoying his taste.
I wrap my right hand around his now fully-hard cock and begin to pump up
and down the way I have seen him do to himself so many countless times.
He stirs slightly, yet remarkably enough, remains asleep. I continue to
jerk him off, and smile as the precum gathers at his tip and begins to
roll down the length of his engorged shaft. I greedily lick it all off
of him.
Unable to resist the temptation any longer, I take him fully into my
mouth and begin to suck him, my mouth suctioning and stretching him.
Just as I am beginning to wonder how much longer he is going to stay
unconscious, I feel his hands in my hair, gently but firmly holding my
head in place at his cock. As if I would WANT to move!
He begins to moan, and it is music to my avid ears. The sounds he makes
are proof of his arousal, and I can't help but moan back in response, my
mouth still wrapped wetly around his cock. His hips thrust upward,
pushing his swollen member deeper into the wet depths of my mouth. His
breathing is getting faster, harsher, and his moans are getting louder
and longer...
Until finally, he comes in my mouth and I swallow every last drop.
Sighing, he pulls me up and says huskily, "Thanks. Won't you let me
return the favor?"
More than happy to oblige, I move until I am seated directly over his
face and I lower myself onto his waiting mouth, but THAT, is another
story...
END