Under the sheets, the world was soft and still—a sanctuary of warmth and quiet. The faint aroma of vanilla and musk lingered in the air, subtle yet intoxicating. Beside me, the woman I cherished slept soundly, her body radiating gentle heat beneath the blanket’s comforting embrace. Though the darkness hid her features, my hands moved instinctively, drawn to the silken texture of her skin. The curve of her leg met my touch, the steady pulse beneath grounding me.
I slipped further beneath the covers, savoring the intimacy of each small motion. My fingers glided over her thighs, soft and warm, sliding upward to part them gently. The air thickened with her scent, a delicate blend of sweetness and salt that teased my senses. It stirred something primal within me, a need that pulsed with every heartbeat. My hands pressed into the pliant flesh of her thighs, delighting in their heat, as her calm, steady breathing anchored me in the moment.
Leaning closer, I let my lips graze the tender skin of her inner thigh. The warmth beneath each kiss sent a shiver through my body. Kiss, linger. Kiss, linger. My tongue traced slow patterns, a deliberate rhythm that mirrored the silence around us. When her foot twitched faintly, my heart raced. That small, sleepy response thrilled me—a whisper of acknowledgment in her stillness that swelled my chest with quiet joy.
At the crease where her thigh met her center, I paused, inhaling deeply. Her scent wrapped around me, and the softness of her skin against my lips was exquisite. My tongue darted out to taste her, the faint saltiness lingering like a promise. Her morning slickness greeted me, warm and familiar, a gift I welcomed with reverence. My fingers brushed her folds, teasing the heat that pooled there, marveling at the softness and the way she seemed to melt beneath my touch.
When a quiet sigh escaped her lips, and her legs parted instinctively, satisfaction bloomed within me. I pressed closer, brushing my nose against her sensitive bud as my tongue flattened along her folds. Her taste was light and tangy, leaving me craving more. Slowly, I dragged my tongue upward, each stroke deliberate, savoring the way her breath hitched and her body trembled in response. Every small reaction—her faint shudders, the soft sounds escaping her—drew me deeper, my world narrowing to her alone.
Fingers tangled softly in my hair, their touch gentle yet insistent, even in her drowsy haze. I flicked my tongue over her clit before sealing my lips around it, sucking with a tenderness that pulled a muffled moan from her. The sound was rich with trust and need, spurring me onward. As I let my breath hum against her, vibrations rippled through her, and her hips lifted to meet me, instinctively seeking more.
Cool air brushed my skin as the blanket fell away, the soft light catching her tousled hair and half-lidded eyes. Framed by her thighs, she was breathtaking—a vision of intimacy and beauty, her sleepy smile radiant with lazy joy. Her gaze held a playful insistence, a teasing command that made me smirk as I returned to her sensitive peak.
Swirling my tongue with renewed fervor, I let my middle finger join, pressing into her with deliberate care. I curled upward, seeking and finding that perfect spot that made her body tighten beneath me. Her thighs trembled, her breath came in stuttering gasps, and her hips lifted off the bed in surrender. Her soft cries filled the quiet room as ecstasy overtook her, her body arching as waves of release washed through her.
I stayed with her, my movements gentle and attentive, until her breathing slowed and her muscles relaxed. When she pushed me away with a tender hand, I crawled up beside her, pulling the blanket over us once more. She nestled into me, her cheek pressed to my chest, a soft smile playing on her lips. Not a word passed between us—the moment was perfect in its silence. Her warmth melted into mine as I pressed a kiss to her hair, chuckling softly.
It was her birthday, after all. And who was I to deny her wish to sleep in?
