I am exhausted, can barely keep my eyes open, lying under the sheet, waiting for sleep to take me. I shift a little to the edge of the bed and reach down. My fingers find skin and I travel it lightly, orientating myself to you. I hear you shift as you turn your face up to me, and my fingertips touch your hair, forehead, eyes behind eyelids flickering at my touch, your lashes heavy and dark, even in the dark, over your cheek, and I touch your lips, soft soft soft and I stroke them, so soft, and I push just a little and your mouth opens for me, and I can hear you breathing, and I slide two fingers into your wetness and your lips close around them and you suck gently at them, your tongue a soft lapping.
And oh, god, it immediately makes me wet, your mouth and your tongue and your lips, and I feel my heartbeat quicken and my breathing into the darkness gets heavy and shallow, and I close my eyes, so tired, and let your mouth become distant, like a dream of a mouth, and I feel myself drift away, knowing you are there, tethered by the side of my bed, my fingers in your mouth and I wonder if you will sleep. Will you sleep?