Midnight Treat

He looked at her sleeping form and wondered how he got to be so lucky. His member still remembered the previous morning treatments she had administered. He had been a little freaked out at first. Most people would be too if they had woken up only to find themselves tied securely to the bed, spread eagled and naked. But when he felt that familiar tugging, he laid back and allowed her to do her magic.

He brushed his fingertips across her face lightly, amazed at how soft her skin was. He traced the outline of her lips and smiled when she parted them and sighed. He allowed his hand to graze down her curves, lightly brushing her breasts and skimming across her stomach. Her eyelids fluttered but did not open. He pushed her night shirt up and lightly traced the outline of her breasts. She started to breathe faster and his finger went up and down and then lightly tweaked a nipple before journeying back down her stomach and on her thigh.

Already her legs were parting with anticipation. His fingers grazed over her thigh before reaching their intended target. She gasped as he started stroking gently.
“Oh god yes!” she murmered. Her hips started thrusting to his movements. Her breathing got louder. When she reached her peak and started to cry out, he covered her mouth with his lips, and felt the strength of her cries resonate throughout his body.

“Night, sweetie,” he murmered. He kissed her forehead, reached over and turned the alarm off, and went back to sleep.