Sleep and Fiona had a longstanding tenuous relationship. Usually she was lucky to get six hours, and a late afternoon catnap. She'd slept better in the last few months than she had in the last decade, and she knew the reason why
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A drowsy smile curls across her lips, and her hand eases down his centerline. She keeps her palm flat against his skin, over the plane of his stomach, until she comes to the base of his abdomen. Her small hand curls around his flaccid prick, coaxing it back to life with the most gentle caress.
She places warm kisses along his skin, sighing as she feels him begin to rise.
Clearly, a more direct approach is called for. She slips beneath the covers, and if he was more awake, perhaps he might feel that mischievous smirk as she trails kisses down his chest.
Her body flows like water over him, pooling between his thighs. Hands on his hip bones, she brushes her cheek along his length before taking him in, gently suckling just the head passed her full lips. She can't help the soft moan in the back of her throat.
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She places warm kisses along his skin, sighing as she feels him begin to rise.
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His cheek twitches and then his head turns, eyes opening slowly and looking at her blearily before dropping closed again.
''zuh?'
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Her body flows like water over him, pooling between his thighs. Hands on his hip bones, she brushes her cheek along his length before taking him in, gently suckling just the head passed her full lips. She can't help the soft moan in the back of her throat.
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