Your breathing is even and deep. The room, slightly cold, hums with soft white noise from the fan in the corner. Beneath my silk robe, I feel my nipples harden.
Waiting on the couch in your living room while you fell asleep was the hardest thing I’ve had to do in months. I desperately wanted to slide your bedroom door open quietly, slip my leg in. Then my body. And come to you wet and hungry.
Now that I’m here, I spend a moment watching you sleep, standing beside your bed. I pull the tie to my robe, and it falls open revealing my pale, freckled skin. I’ve worn nothing underneath, and the fabric falls loosely over my stiff nipples as I sit on the edge of your bed.
I slip one hand under the your blanket until I find your hip. Then I lift my hand to bring the blanket upward and slip my hand carefully into your underwear to grasp your cock.