Jack sleeping

It is Jack that is sleeping this time, driving me wild with the way he stretches beneath the covers, his tightly muscled arms holding a pillow instead of me. He got off work at 2 A.M. last night, and I know I should let him sleep; but looking over at his full lips and tousled hair stirs in me love and inevitably lust. I can see the outline of his cock pressing against the blanket, stiff with the morning. I want to lick his cock, slowly from the base to the tip, swirling my tongue at the top; then back down to trace the vein along the underside of his cock. Feel it throbbing beneath me, straining even larger and tighter against the confines of my mouth. Sucking him, taking him in all the way and moving up and down faster and faster. I need to work him to frenzy, feel his silky cum explode all over and me desperately catching it in my mouth and swallowing the hot salty liquid down to warm inside of me. Christ I want him now, only a few feet away from me, murmuring slightly in his sleep. I give in. I'm off to wake him in a very pleasant manner.