He opened his eyes.
There it was again.
The blink of the light had done its job. He quietly reached down to the floor next to the bed and pushed the button on the side of his watch, shutting off the silent flash. Light from the full moon was peeking through the slats in the window blinds, making the room visible.
He slowly rolled over to look at her.
She was a sound sleeper, having already missed her alarm once this week.
This morning, hopefully, that would work to his benefit.
He watched her for a moment, lying on her back, her long hair a jumbled mess around her head. Reaching over carefully, so as not to wake her, he ran his fingers through her tousled mane. It was silky, as he knew it would be. He loved the feel of it. He knew that, if he leaned over and buried his nose in it, he would smell the shampoo from her shower the night before.
But it wasn't time for that.
Yet.
The sheet had been pushed down to her waist, exposing her breasts. Lying on her back, gravity had flattened them against her body.
But those nipples...
Cool air from the ceiling fan stirred across her skin, Her "annoyingly huge nipples," as she referred to them, chilled by the breeze, were swollen to perfection. He watched as, with each breath of her deep sleep, they rose, only to settle slowly again each time she exhaled.
He was tempted to lean over and take one into his mouth. There were few things he enjoyed more than suckling her breasts. The thought of rolling his tongue around her nipples and feeling them harden even more in his mouth, excited him, causing his erection to twitch.
But it wasn't time for that, either.
Silently, he slipped out of the bed and stealthily made his way around it, until he was standing at the footboard.
Naked, he stood.
Watching her.
Subconsciously, he reached down to his throbbing dick and slowly stroked it with the rhythm of the rise and fall of her breasts. After just a few tugs, he felt his balls tighten.
"Whoa. Better cut that out." he thought, turning loose of his shaft.