Your subconscious is telling you to wake up. As you become more aware, you feel a light, feathery touch, drifting up the side of your calf and your body tenses. It glides across the back of your knee and continues on its journey, playfully caressing your skin so lightly; you can feel the hairs on your leg standing on end.
The touch pauses at the top of your thigh and then lifts. Disappointed, your body relaxes and you sink back into the mattress, unsure if you have imagined it or not.
You take a deep breath. Aroused and sleepy, you lazily reach under the covers to touch yourself, when you feel a whisper of air blow across your balls. Your hand freezes in mid-motion, your body tensing in anticipation.
A rasping, wet tongue slowly glides up your testicles, along your rigid cock to the head, where it rolls around the slit, gently caressing the velvety softness of your glans.
Your hips jerk involuntarily, as the wet tongue is replaced by a hot, moist mouth. Soft lips slowly slide their way back down your shaft, the tongue lapping along your foreskin as the mouth makes its way further and further down.
You're wide awake now and your body recognises my touch as you feel the walls of my throat close around the head of your cock as I swallow.
Gripping the quilt, you throw it back to reveal my naked body lying between your widespread legs, my head positioned over your lap. Daybreak is approaching and the faint half light that glows through the gap in the curtains gives my skin and ethereal glow.