No one would believe that under this crisp white hotel sheet there is a signal fire. It is perhaps fitting though, since we are by the sea, air so crisp, sky so blue, that there is this ‘beacon’ calling to me. 

Although still half asleep, the other not so somnolent half of me is beginning to smolder. I take note of the increasingly defined shape, one eyebrow cocked but still I resist or rather hold a silent debate on the matter. 

Perhaps this ‘beacon’ is crying wolf in reverse so to speak?

Or. Perhaps it does not really want to be devoured, this beacon? Not right now anyhow.

No. I specifically recall ‘Mon Capitan’ defining his tiredness last night as ‘monumental.’ I may have had something to do with that, now that I think about it. But still. 

I must let my pirate rest…

Shouldn’t I?

Look away from his flop of dark hair, woman! The cut of his gritted jaw. The shade of his lips. Do not think about the fact that the shade of them matches the exact shade of what lies beneath his prepuce. Do not stoke that fire further. Let him be fully rested and perhaps then you may practice populating the planet later. And for heaven’s sake do not even think of his tongue.

Oh dear. Too late.

I roll over. I feel the cool air flutter its gentle wings across my skin. As nice as that is, I feel aggrieved by the absence of his warmth. 

Ignore those feelings lady…go back to sleep. You know he will not thank you for waking him.

I hear a moan. Oh so slight but it definitely seems a little steamy. I wonder what he’s dreaming about.

To hell with this. He can catch a nap later.

No lioness ever stalked her prey with more cunning. Millimeter by millimeter my face disappears into the great unknown. I lick his abdomen. Warm breaths raise a shoal of satisfying goosebumps on his flesh. I can smell him now. I’d bet good money my man, I mean my ‘beacon,’ has some precum going on. The fire is surely kindled even though he’s still asleep. 

I drag my tongue from his tip to the base of his shaft and lo and behold there is a very pronounced and much desired liquid kindling.

I am told there is a viagra for ladies. But personally, I do not need it. He produces his own version and I’m currently running it round my mouth like a fine wine whilst my pussy seeps in carnal response. 

Some might presume that the next few minutes will end in him being satisfied and I not.

My nature is not stunted though. It is a wide and expansive plain.

I set to work, building up and beginning gently, then sensually, then devotionally and then my actions devolve or evolve into utter brazen cock worship beneath sheets rather too virginally white. They are thin enough that I can see his beautiful thighs and groin pulse. 

I imagine it’s too soon for him to be there already given his usual ways; I am reading the signs wrong surely? But sure enough the gates are indeed opening releasing his blessed manna from heaven. He groans and spurts forcefully into my mouth and I revel in every last gift he gives me.

It is too rapturous to be obscenity or selfishness on either his part or mine. No, it is utter uninhibited completion.  

His sigh and contented smile confirm.

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