My Favorite Way to Wake You Up.

Lying beside you in the dark while you peacefully slumber is the sweetest of tortures. As I brush gently against you, my arm draped over you back and stomach, my mind races through things I would do to you if you were awake and willing. For hours I simply listen as the gurggles of our tummies converse sweet nothings in the night. I wait for dawn.

The sunlight creeps into the room so slowly that I hardly notice the patterns on the pillowcase have become distinct lines and not just obscure shapes in the shadows. That's what I've been waiting hours for. The alarm will go off in an hour, our day will be filled with activity and motion and far too few moments of touching.

My hand slides down from where it has been resting on your tummy. It slides until it comes across a soft bump in your pajamas. The bump begins to rise and take shape as it's caressed and loved. Gently, oh so gently at first, I rub back and forth until it stands, then I grasp around it going up and down the hardening shaft. You aren't awake yet, but I know the pleasure is reaching deep inside your dreams.

As the first sign of consciousness stirs behind your eyes and in your pelvic bone I withdraw my hand, roll over and count the seconds till you notice I'm not touching you and you roll over to hold me.