He was sleeping alone in our bed when I got home at 3 am. I’d raced up the stairs on my return from the nightclub, thinking about his tongue, hoping he’d be awake. Disappointment flooded me as I stood in the bedroom door.

I took my outfit off, leaving my black bra and knee high boots on, and wandered over to the bed.

“Sweetie?” I whispered, kissing his face. “Baby, wake up.”

Nothing more than a sleep sigh in response.

Torn with indecision, I pulled the covers back from his sleeping body and straddled his chest with my back to him. He’d wake up eventually, I figured. I leaned down and took him into my mouth silently