Sexy slumber

She caught me sleeping. Her fingertips traced lazy paths across my skin, pulling me from the fog. Soft kisses followed—over my chest, lower, until her mouth pressed heat between my thighs. I stirred, breath catching. This was no dream. The blonde woman leaned over me, her hair brushing my stomach, and kept going. Slow. Certain. Every stroke of her tongue pulled me deeper into the heat. I opened my eyes to find her between my legs, focused, patient. She glanced up once, eyes bright, then returned to what she’d started. I felt her fingers slide in next, the rhythm steady, the pressure just right. My hips lifted without thought. She stayed with me, mouth working, fingers stroking, until pleasure rolled through in tight waves. She didn’t stop until I was shaking. Then she kissed the inside of my thigh, slow, like she had all the time in the world.