I had peeled myself away from you. I wanted to hold you till sunrise, but nature called. I used the bathroom, washed my hands, and took a few minutes to clean some crusty messes out of my pubic hair. Fondly remembering how that had gotten there.

I went back to join you in the bed. And under the moonlight that poured in the window, I was struck by your beauty. Honestly, you were a mess, but a beautiful one. Your hair is tangled, and I see the fresh bruises I left starting to darken. We never bothered to dress, and you now lie on your back. You’ve partially rolled out of the covers. Your shapely leg lies with your knee out to the side, and your breasts rise and fall with your breath.

In your arms, you cuddle your large stuffed bear. A smile on your sleeping face as you do. I imagine you’re dreaming of her. That makes me happy. I watch you for a while. Can’t stop really. So pretty.

A hunger stirs in me. At first I think I want to fuck you. Wake you with a good hard shove of the cock. But not tonight. You are too soft. Too perfect. I want to make you feel good. To worship you.

Delicately, I pull the blanket to the side. Licking my lips, salivating at the sight of your glorious pussy. I carefully kneel below your legs, finding where I can place my hands to lower my head to your cherished womanhood. I sniff. My eyes widen, and I battle that original urge to jam my cock deep inside you. But then you hug your bear and giggle in your sleep. It settles me.

And carefully, with just the tip of my tongue, I lick you. Slowly, from the bottom of the slit to the top. You let out a pleasured sigh and squeeze your stuffy all the tighter. Your other arm stirs and pulls the blanket from your body. And still dreaming, your hand massages your tender breast.

I close my eyes. I know if I keep watching you, I’ll lose control. I don’t want that for you right now. I want something tender. With my head bowed low, I perform a wordless prayer to my divine little girl. The tongue gently communicates the love and reverence to your body in a way far more pure than any words I could conjure.

“Angel…” I hear you whisper in your sleep. Good, dream of her. Dream of the special place you go together, where you have each other and are safe. I’ll take care of your body. Let it feel the pleasures of your dreamscape.

And slowly, you build. Quiet moans and more giggles. Dirty whispers sent through the stars to your love. Your breath quickens. And as you near your climax, I allow myself to gaze upon you once more. You bite your lip. You decadently let out a sultry hum, and your hips raise into the air.

I move my head in time. Your body rolls into a ball. A smile on your face and a nearly silent whisper. “My Angel…” Content and happy, I lift the blankets back over your body.

Then I go back to the bathroom. I’ll take care of myself tonight; lord knows I won’t be sleeping soundly after such a heavenly sight.