I wake to the sensation of something moving, touching my face, my hair and realize it is him. His hand gently brushing my hair from my face. I’m still foggy headed, half asleep. As I slowly awaken, I feel happy, safe, so warm. His fingers run across my forehead and trace around to my lips. I open my mouth and he slides a finger in for me to lick, then the tip of his thumb for me to suck for a moment.
“Are you awake?” his deep voice rumbles in my ear. All I can manage is a quiet affirmative grunt. The night’s activities have left me aching in places, and I feel I could doze off again at any moment. But I am enjoying the attentions of his hand, so soft and gentle. He kisses my forehead, eyes, and nose. His hands feel so good petting my head, my soft grey hair must surely be a mess of tangles, but I can’t bring myself to care. He leans in further and kisses me on the lips, a gentle pressure on the corner of my mouth, I can feel his beard tickling my skin. I turn towards him, wanting his masculine taste. He slides his tongue into my mouth as I open for him, kissing him back lazily.