She lifts the covers enough to wiggle backwards towards him, carefully placing herself within the frame of his sleeping body. Her thigh rests lightly touching his, her ass tucked into the bend of his leg, back skin against his stomach. His breath is in her ear, gentle and steady. She reaches for his hand above the covers, sliding her fingers between his, pulling it towards her chest. The rhythm of his breathing changes, stronger exhale. Maybe he’s dreaming. She settles in for a moment, taking comfort in his body, his smell, the steady tickle of his breath on her neck.

She releases his hand, letting his arm drape over her shoulder as she moves her hand between her own legs, bending forward to reach his resting cock. She plays, her fingertips running along the shaft, marveling at the softness, gathering his balls into her palm. Her wrist is damp from brushing against herself, something she’s now doing with intention. Wrist bone on clit.

Her hips move, burrowing further into him until she feels him between her cheeks.

Waking him.