the raven haired woman still sleeping, you crawl into the bed slowly removing the covers from her. She wriggles a bit at the sudden cold so you freeze hoping to not wake her. You then begin to slowly and carefully take off her athletic shorts followed by her underwear. Somehow she didn’t move as much when you did that, was she dreaming this too? you laughed to yourself.

You let her settle for a bit, staring in awe that you just get to do this whenever you want. She even said one day, “you can wake me up any way you want,” with that devilish smirk on her face. Today was the day you took her up on that offer.

When you finally decided that she wasn’t going to move anymore, you opened her legs wider and settled yourself on your stomach between her muscular thighs that could choke you out any minute.

You begin by ever so slightly raking your tongue up her folds. Her hips jerked, but only the smallest amount, so you keep going. Barely brushing your tongue on her, watching her face for any sign of her being awake.

You kept your light touch and slow pace for a good while, then you press harder and focus more on her now sensitive bud. Her hips begin to move against you, when you hear a loud inhale from above you, followed by a “holy shit,” in her sleepy accent.

You smile as your response, but you press harder knowing she’s awake. A hand lovingly grabs your hair pushing you deeper into her, but her strength isn’t fully awake yet so it’s just a light push.

Unfortunately, her phone begins to ring and of course it’s none other than Dom. She huffs letting it ring but then decided against it because he’ll just keep calling if she doesn’t answer. The tattooed hand finds its way under the pillow to find the source of the ringing. You begin to lift your head so she’s not distracted during the call, but suddenly her strength has woken up and forces your head back down.

“Be a good girl for me and stay quiet,” she growls as she presses answer.

Your underwear floods at the sound of her demand, so you do as you’re told