You lay next to me in contented sleep, peaceful and relaxed. I can't help the urge to run a hand gently over your shoulder and down your arm, feeling the warm smooth skin beneath my fingertips. You sigh and roll just the slightest bit towards me and I smile to myself at your reaction. I continue my exploration, running my hand down your chest, stroking my fingernails lightly over your stomach to feel your muscles contract. You moan softly and stretch, wanting more.
I push the blanket down slowly, exposing your body to your knees. I know my eyes glitter with my intent but yours remain closed. Should I let you rest? You stretch again, shifting closer as I have paused and you seek my touch even in slumber. My hand returns, continuing its soft exploration of your skin. I've never craved anything like I do the feel, the taste, of your bare skin. Leaning over, I gently kiss your neck and lick softly, trailing kisses lower.
Your hand raises seekingly in your sleep, cupping the back of my head, urging me lower still. I can't help but wonder what your mind is dreaming at this moment in time. I kiss your belly, nipping softly here and there until I reach the waistband of the shorts you sleep in. I run my tongue across the skin just above the waistband and you moan, your voice slightly louder this time, and the hand becomes more insistent guiding me lower.