I felt your hands explore me under the covers and decided to play asleep just to see what you would do.
The sun was still fast asleep and so was I. That is, until the restless woman beside me decided to include me on her late night adventures.
You walked one hand toward me and I could feel every movement before your hand even touched me. While you were scared to wake me, I lay there awake curious, excited.
The moment your fingertips touched my forearm, I wanted to grab you and pull you to me. The anticipation was making me hungry for you but I played along. Why should I take your joy from you?
Slowly, you walked your fingers up to my chest. How daring. Your entire palm rested on my pec. That wasn't all, though. Just then, there was another movement.
Unbeknownst to me, while I enjoyed the touch of your hand, you had run the other hand down your body to enjoy your own touches too.
I took the opportunity to hook my thumb inside the waistband of my boxers and pulled them down, as subtly as I could.
Eventually you would run your hand lower, I thought, surely.
It didn't take long to prove my right. Your hand worked itself lower, slowly, lightly grazing my skin with your nails. I felt myself get more worked up, biting my lower lip as I made every effort not to make a sound or give myself away.
You whispered a soft, "fuck," just after you moaned when your hand reached down my abs and you noticed that you hadn't felt my boxers.
My cock throbbed for you and I did everything I could to keep myself composed.
I felt your hand wrap around the base of my shaft. Without intending to, my pelvis pushed against her hand in a thrust.
"I know you're awake," she said, "but I don't know why you haven't just grabbed me and fucked me already."
