Rolling over, feeling your warmth beside me, I wake up and watch you sleep. Smiling to myself, I marvel at the moments that we've shared, the times still to come. I watch you breathe, see your peaceful face, and reach out a hand to softly trace your brow. I'm breathless as a streak of moonlight highlights your face. You're so perfect to me. Gazing at you makes my heart race, and soon I begin to tingle, thinking about the way you feel inside me. I lean in to press a soft kiss against your lips, hoping not to wake you, but not disappointed that I do. You smile at me as your eyes try to focus. "Shhh," I say, "I didn't mean to wake you."
A grin tells me that you don't mind, and I lean in for another kiss. Feeling your warm hands sliding over my back as you hold me, my desire for you mounts, and I unconsciously start grinding my hips. Even half asleep, you don't miss your cue, for soon your cock begins to stir. Feeling your heat and hardness against my belly as we kiss, I'm overwhelmed by the need to feel you.
"I want you now," I whisper.