I slowly wake, a throbbing between my legs reminding me of the thorough fucking my Sir had given me just before we fell asleep. I glance over my shoulder to the naked man behind me, his back to me and his breathing steady.
In a moment of desire and sudden courage, I turn over and place a hand gently on Sir’s hip, turning him towards me so he lays on his back. He grumbles lightly but doesn’t wake and I decide to take this as far as I can.
I wriggle down next to his body, moving the blanket out of my way as I slowly and delicately try to spread my Master’s legs so I may crouch between them on the bed. Surprised to have made it this far, and now comfortably in place, I pause to make sure that these movements have not disturbed his sleep.
I take a minute to examine his flaccid cock, it looks almost harmless, but I know better than to underestimate a slumbering beast.
I slowly lower my head towards the resting member, inhaling the scent of both of us just before I stick out my tongue and lick the underside of the tip, and withdraw to listen to his breathing. Still asleep.