Somnophilia Part I: Will She Wake Him?

Her eyes fill with tears as she yawns for the third time in a row. She sets down her book and checks her phone for any urgent messages, there are none. She rolls to face him; he’s been asleep for about 40 minutes. He is laying on his back, but his head faces her. She marvels at him. Mainly because it is the middle of winter, the ceiling fan is on high, he is barely covered, and only wearing boxers. She reaches to feel his chest and scoffs. Her mind teases him in his sleep, Still warm to the touch as always. Feeling his skin sends a surge through her. She feels her nipples become sensitive. The familiar pleasant pull between her thighs as her need blooms. Her eyes visually consume his body, and quickly looks for her favorite part. Luckily, the boxers have an opening in the front. As if by some miracle, she can see the outline of his shaft perfectly. It makes her mouth water. She bites her lip and smiles as she thinks to herself: I wonder if I can make him cum in his sleep. Her hand reaches into the opening of the boxers. She grabs his shaft and slowly pulls him out. His head getting caught for a moment, she fears he will be woken by this. She successfully pulls him out, and he is still sleeping. Letting it go, she stares at his cock. She examines him in a way she has never done before. She realizes, while she has seen him flaccid countless times, it has never been this close, and never this exposed. She leans forward and smells his skin. A sense of comfort and intense arousal swirls through her. She wants to play now. She lifts his cock, exposing the underside of it. She has learned that the frenulum is very sensitive. She starts to lick it softly. Her excitement is unbridled as he starts to grow hard but stays asleep. An excited grin paints her face as she thinks to herself: I think I can make him cum in his sleep! Fully erect in a matter of moments, she lets a bit of her saliva coat him. She softly strokes his length, applying pressure as he has shown her. She has always taken pride in her ability to work a cock. However, after his instruction, she feels like her skills are expert level. Her eyes focus on the way his skin moves with every stroke, watching his head open. She licks the opening of him, and it seems to send a shiver through his body. She stops and waits. Looking up at his face she is relieved he is still sleeping. Her mouth opens wide, and her eyes close. She focuses all her concentration on the feeling of his head entering her. The taste of his skin, the feeling of his soft hard-on, the sheer control of the moment. Her arousal is almost head-spinning. She twirls the ridge of his member along her lips. A soft moan erupts from her throat as she is treated with a bead of his pre-cum. She pushes her mouth all the way down on him, as far as she can go. She holds him in her mouth and the top of her throat for several moments. Once her throat relaxes, she pushes further down. Holding him completely inside of her, she gushes from his closeness. She feels his shaft pulse against her tongue. Her nose presses against his warm balls, she can smell and taste him. She is in heaven. Then, several things happen at once. A hand is on the back of her head, firmly holding her in place. She freezes. His cock expands, even more, spreading her throat apart. His voice is deep and quiet, and yet thunderous. “I’m going to fill your throat and belly with my cum, you needy little thing.” He lets out a roar, holding her head steady. She feels his shaft rumble against her tongue. His hot syrup flows down her throat, testing her ability to stay put. She can feel the warmth in her chest as he fills her with his cum.