Opening the door, the light from the downstairs hallway cast across the bedroom. I am greeted by your red painted toe nails dipping off the edge of the bed.

The July heat has been oppressive, greater than any year either of us can recall. Your body is twisted in the sheer sheets. The ceiling fan beats down its blessed reprieve upon your sweaty nakedness.

At the edge of the bed I stop and watch you sleep. Your sweetness, your curls resting across your cheek, somehow unphased by the winnowing of the ceiling fan. Your delicate lips outlined faintly in the light. My eyes trace down your broad shoulders to a lone breast that has escaped from the crumpled sheets. Your dark luscious nipple, always taunting me, is erect. But, erect from the constant pressure of the fan or erect from my dark presence before you? Are you awake and know I am about to devour you, heart and soul?

My eyes continue their inspection down your rib cage unto your hips and thighs. Squat after squat, kilometer after kilometer of runs, I can see the results of your hard work in the shadows of the bedroom.

My hanging cock brushes against your painted toe nails. It begins to engorge knowing what is about to transpire. My advancing fluid drips across your toes as my anticipation rushes through my body.

I kneel to floor, taking your toes and my saltiness into my lips momentarily. My tongue then tracing the vein on the top of your foot up and over your ankle to your calf.

I can feel you begin to stir. You have been asleep for hours while I worked in the study. My long tongue extends across your calf and comes to rest in the back of your knee. I flick my tongue playfully there, I can’t determine whether or not you are awake yet.

I continue my journey, moving up your backside of your thighs. Those sexy runner’s thighs. Sweaty, they are joined almost as one. My tongue traces its way along the naked joint, slowly edging its way north. I feel your breathing change and I know you have awoken.

Moving along I can feel your heat. Your legs are bent slightly. The heat of your hips is full. I can smell your womanhood in this humidity, your ripeness. I nuzzle my nose into your lips and breath in that bouquet. You are aroused and sweaty, and I can taste the prior day upon you.

As you lie in the half fetal position I begin to lick you from just where your thighs are clasp together to your sweaty ass cheeks. You barely stir as lick repeatedly, though I can feel your legs loosening. You signal you want me deeper. You finally put a hand on my head and push me into you.

I grab your hand pull it behind your back. You whimper. I slide up behind you, I pull you other arm behind your back and clasp both wrists into one hand. Grabbing my cock with my I slide into your waiting mound.

Soaked, my thick cock slides effortlessly. My balls resting on your thighs. You grunt. I roll you over onto your stomach, pinning your arms to your back. I sliding my hips into your taut asscheeks.

Your eyes are still closed, curls still resting on your cheek. Increasing my pace you bite your lip, your legs lock around mine. I drive into you harder. Your arms tighten, your thighs quiver, your folds floods around my cock and onto the sheets.

I push down on you harder and slide my cock into you fully, my balls contract filling you with my seed. I lean down to your ear and whisper

“Good Girl. Good night”. I kiss your cheek and smell your hair.

Releasing your arms I roll off of you. My cock slides audibly out of you swollen mound in the muffled silence of the summer night.

You don’t turn to me. You lie on your side, your back to me. You only reach for my hand, clasping it gently and pulling my arm over you as we drift to sleep together.