She Went Out for a Smoke at 3AM and Came Back Hungry

She woke up in the middle of the night.

She had no idea what time it was — maybe three or four in the morning.

Light from a streetlamp filtered through the blinds. It felt pleasant.

Darkness wrapped the bedroom in a thick blanket.

Her husband was breathing calmly right beside her.

She got up quietly, got dressed, took a joint, and went out onto the balcony — that always helped her fall asleep again.

She lit it. Taking slow drags, she looked up at the sky — it was cloudless, black, and filled with scattered stars. Magical. Like a private constellation show in her own little corner of the world.

I have to tell him about this as soon as he wakes up, she thought.

She smoked for a few more minutes, admiring the starry spectacle.

Then she returned to the bedroom and quietly lay down beside her beloved.

He was still breathing evenly and calmly. She lay there, breathing together with him.

It felt nice and warm. Warm… warmer.

She felt that warmth begin to circulate through her body. Like breathing — steady, calm. Pleasant…

She slipped out of her pajamas and turned toward him. She could clearly see the outline of his body. He was uncovered and naked. His chest rose and fell.

She rested her head on his shoulder and simply watched him.

She loved looking at him. She loved touching him.

She slowly began to move her fingers over his warm skin.

Inhale. Exhale.

Her hand moved lower and lower from his chest. Her senses were sharply heightened, as if they were blending into one another. She had the impression she could feel his taste beneath her fingertips.

She breathed faster.

Her hand slid to his lower abdomen. Her long, red nails scratched him gently.

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale.

That wonderful tingling he loved so much woke him.

“Mmmm… things like this first thing in the morning?” he purred.

“Only if you feel like it, darling,” she whispered.

“I do,” he replied.

Her hand moved even lower, scratching him tenderly as it went.

Her fingers stopped on his manhood. She stroked him there very gently, just with the tips.

He felt the drowsiness quickly fade, replaced by arousal.

Every touch of hers — even so delicate — was electrifying.

Blood flowed faster through him. Everywhere. Heat spread across his face.

He pulsed beneath her fingers. She felt how strongly it affected her too. She felt that pleasant tingling between her thighs.

She was burning. Breathing fast.

She rose and knelt between his legs.

Holding his manhood in her hand, she slowly slid the skin back, leaning over him and taking him into her mouth.

“Oh yes…” he groaned, “wonderful…”

Her hand moved to his testicles. At the same time she slowly took him into her mouth, caressing him with her tongue. She felt how hard he was becoming inside her mouth. She purred with excitement, stroking him with her hand and lightly tightening her fingers.

She took him deeper and began to suck gently.

“Oh Jesus. Incredible!” he moaned.

He breathed faster and faster. He felt her tongue, her lips, her warmth. She slid him slightly out of her mouth.

She felt shivers run through her body.