I can feel your eyes scanning my exposed body. It's like you are invading me with them, but I like it. I hear you sipping your coffee and standing over me, motionless. I hear your shorts sliding over your knees and dropping to the floor. "Here we go," I think to myself. I hear you beginning to stroke your cock as you stand at the foot of the bed. I wait to feel the foot of the bed give way to your weight and for you to climb up my body while I feel your hard body gently hover, and then brush, over me. I wait for those feelings but they don't come. The noise stops. I have no idea what is happening in the room. I lie still. The next thing I hear is the shower being turned on. "Oh, he wants to clean up before he fucks me. That's a nice thought. I guess that I can wait. It will be worth it." I drift off to sleep.
I barely wake as I feel the bed collapsing by my side . The scents of shampoo and body wash mix and invade my space. It smells terrific. But I remain drowsy. I got in so late last night. I could sleep until dinner if I was left to myself. But, in hindsight, I'm glad that you had other plans. My drift toward sleep is now interrupted by a sensation of something near my face. I'm too drowsy to bother to brush it away. It will go on it's own, I'm betting. It brushes my cheek and my nose before settling in on my lips. I can feel it barely touching them but I'm too hazy to make out what is happening.