Everything is so warm. Twilight is the world you know, somewhere between the deep dark of sleep and the ascending glimmer of the morning. You stir, but the air beyond the covers is cool. It feels too good in the bed. You snuggle against the pillow and sigh into the sheets. Another hour, that's all. It's Saturday anyway. You don't have anything to do.
You can hear the sound of a faucet running. The door opens. She must have awoken early. She'll come back to bed, you think. Maybe you'll wake up and cook breakfast later, but for now you only hope she crawls under the sheets beside you and shares your warmth. You sink into that deep cozy place in your mind. She's still doing something in the bedroom, but you pay it no mind.
She slips into the bed, making little sound. The chill hits you when she lifts the covers. Rustling around, she adjusts for what seems like forever. You consider just putting your arm around her and pulling her close. For some time, you drift on the ebbing tides of slumber. Everything is so calm and quiet. The bedroom floats away. The bed feels like a massive cushion of cotton clouds.
Something feels strange. You shift as your mind swirls back to the bedroom.
You feel it.
The heat envelopes your cock. Your mouth parts and a rush of crisp air dives into your chest. Tension seizes your every limb. You can feel lips gliding back up your shaft, and your breath begins to finally escape your chest in stuttering gasps. A tongue wriggles against your sensitive flesh. Your knees lock.
Sleep can't keep you under now. Blinking against the dim daylight that penetrates the darkness, your eyes open. Your upper body is cool. Glancing down, you find the bundle of covers at your waist. She is there, her lips pursed at the tip of your dick, wearing only the pile of sheets and an alluring sleepy glare. You know that look in her eyes. She's hungry, and not for eggs or toast. The corner of her mouth twitches upward into a grin. Then, she parts her lips and dives down again.
You toss your head back into the pillow. The head of your cock prods her throat. A moan bursts from your lips. Her tongue is somehow still working itself around your shaft. As you clutch two handfuls of the sheets, you feel like tearing the bed apart. She's just started. Her fingers encircle the base of your dick, and she tightens them like a vice.
You chance another look down. Her hair hangs in tangles beside her smooth face. You can't help but twist across the mattress. The sight of your cock throbbing full, red, and thick in her lips is driving you nuts. You're barely awake! So many thoughts skip off the walls of your mind but your head is still too foggy to find them.
When she reaches your swollen tip again, she rolls her tongue around it and flicks her eyes toward you. Your jaw drops. No sound comes out. You're locked in that vibrant gaze. The sensations start to overwhelm you. One of your feet kicks. You tug at the sheets with white knuckles.
She dives again.
You watch her lips slide all the way down to her fingers at the base of your cock. It's as if she sucked the thrust of your hips right out of you. You reach and snatch her hair, holding her head down. For several seconds, you're frozen in ecstasy, throbbing in her throat and gasping for a steady breath.
