3am Tequila

I am awake and cannot sleep.

My attempt not to awaken my lover sleeping next to me has failed.

My hand began to move the covers slowly so I would not wake him up.  My hand moved leisurely inch-by-inch across the flat sheet of our love nest trying not to move too quickly as not to wake him up.  Eventually, the side of my right hand touched the warm skin of the side of his left hip.  I froze and was quiet.  Remained still so I would not wake him up. 

Seemed like an eternity because I was passionate and could feel the heat rising. 

My hand began to move again, slowly and silently down the side of his left thigh.  I slept to his left.

He remained asleep.

Good!  Mission accomplished so far.

I rolled to my right side and my warm left hand began to move across his left thigh.

Shhh…

Quiet as a mouse and slowly as a melting ice cream cone.

My destination was an ice cream cone and I wanted to lick it.  I want to feel the softness of the head of his cock.  Wanted to smell the manliness and hold it in my hand.  But, I did not want to wake him.

On a snail’s pace, I moved as quietly as I could.  Down to his knee my left hand traveled …flat and open palmed.

He did not stir.

He continued to softly snore and seemed to be dreaming.

Wonder what he is dreaming about?  I stopped, paused and allowed him to remain in his deep slumber.  I did not want to wake him.  To be as still and slow as I could was torture for me.  He has surprised me in my sleep many times.  This morning was my turn to surprise him.

I had to adjust my body if I was going to achieve my goal. 

I threw off the covers on my side of the bed and got out of bed.  I looked at the clock on the bedside table.  It was 3 am. 

I stood up and went to the bar in our bedroom.  A shot of tequila I needed for courage to play out the fantasy I was having about the man in my bed! 

Patron was needed.  Little salt and a little lime.

I was ready.

I returned to the bedside and look down at his sexy body sleeping on his back and still under the covers! 

Slowly, I crawled back into bed on my side and began to crawl over to him while remaining under the covers.  Deliberately, I moved as slow as I could like a sloth crawling over a log. 

Log…  ummmm…

Oh my god, I was craving his body by this time.

Finally, my face reached his warm left thigh.  My mouth opened and I brushed my lips in slow motion, quietly on his thigh and stopped. 

I stayed there for what felt like a lifetime, time was taking it’s time.   

Soon, I began to move my mouth again. 

I was on my knees with my arms propped under my shoulders with the covers over me like a tent.  I was a kid again.

I smiled with anticipation.

My lover slept with no clothes on so access was going to be easy.  The hard part would be trying not to wake him up.  My mouth began to move again from my frozen statue state.  I moved my left arm and placed my left hand between his thighs and again, froze.

My triceps were beginning to burn but the present was within my grasp, and I endured.

Moved again and stayed still on my hands and knees under the covers.  I looked up at his face.  He continued to sleep and dreamed unknowing what was happening or about to happen. 

I could smell the cologne on his balls.  Closing my eyes, I became heady.

I inched my face closer to him.  I could feel the pubic hair of his pleasure rod’s accoutrements.  They were perfectly round, perfectly formed and perfectly mine.

I blew a soft whisper of a breath over them and watched them move.  I smiled to myself, and my eyelids became heavy from the tequila I took a shot of.  I froze and because a statue again. 

He slumbered.

I had to get my knees and the rest of my body between his thighs to be able to kneel and pounce softly.

I began again.

I have lost track of time by this point.

I inched his left leg slowly and gently into a butterfly position. 

God, do I love butterflies!

Remaining under the covers, I moved my body between his legs with the swiftness of a lioness.

I was about to devour my prey.  I crouched and was stalking my prey with a ravenous appetite.

After becoming motionless, I moved into a well-deserved child’s pose from one of my yoga classes and breathed deeply.

He slept. 

Naked he was. 

Now, I had both knees between his legs.  I moved my body and my mouth forward. 

Soon, I was looking down at his gorgeous thick 6-inch tool of my desire.

I had made it.  I remained motionless again.  I blew softly on his balls and saw them squirm again.

I also saw his cock pulse up and realized he was beginning to grow.  The 3 am tequila was kicking in! 

My flat tongue reached out to lick his cock.

Beginning at the base, my tongue slowly moved to the tip of his cock. 

I stopped. 

I listened.

He slept.

I smiled and was half drunk.

My tongue traveled up the shaft of his cock.  Coaxing it to grow and become mine.

At the top, I stopped again and softly blew a gentle breeze over his manhood.

I begin my mission again.  My mouth took the head of his cock into my moist mouth, and I froze once more.

He slept.

I moved.

On my knees, left arm over on his right side and my right arm took a hold of his enlarged shaft.  Down my mouth he went or tried to. 

Come on Patron!  

Trying again at the slowest pace I could go with my left arm trembling; down my throat he went. 

I became greedy. 

Back up with my lower teeth dragging the underneath of his cock.  I was brave and daring.

He slept. 

I was surprised!

A couple more times down my throat he went. 

He slept!

I twirled my tongue around the soft head of his cock several deliberate times, then, softly licked his head.  I could taste the saltiness of his semen. 

He was about to come in his sleep!  Not before I mounted him! 

My arms and hands moved to his shoulders. 

I was so wet, so hot, so crazy in love.  I had to have him.  He slept as I placed his cock to the orifice of my body. 

The fat head was amazing.  I slowly moved up and down…. back and forth, I rocked him.

His hands moved to my rump.

He was awake! 

He began to match my rhythm and I made love to him as if it was my first time.

Under the covers, we spent ourselves and completely sweaty, we laid in each other’s arms.  I had laid my body down on his chest and I melted into my Tarzan.    

I was Jane. 

He was awake! 

I had achieved my desired goal and was pleased with my reward.

Here’s to my favorite possum. 

I love you Tarzan.