BIRDIE

Date night and cheap thrills.

The sound of birds yapping in song breaks at my drowse of sleep. My eyes flicker open a few times at the window that's hung wide open, a fluttering breeze of cool air blankets the room. My exploratory eyes wander down to Simon who sleeps unbothered by the nip of the chill. Head sunken into the feather filled pillow, his lips parted in a small gap. A fine light whistle sings from his mouth as he breathes. A few sandy blonde locks draping over the blankness of his forehead. I lay there studying him, he was genuinely a beautiful man. The tips of my fingers gently fumble with the loose strands back over to the body of his hair. Drawing my tips back down to the curvature of his cheekbones and then tracing through the grains off stubble. His lips involuntarily react to my touch, sending them into a sweet smile. The morning sun glaring through the gaps of the blinds, dust shimmering through every ray that beams behind him. The orange breeze of colour reflecting on his naked torso, defining it in ways that you'd ordinarily want to capture in pictures. With each shot of colour that ripples off of his skin, highlighting every pore and crevice on him. My eyes shamelessly dance over his sleeping silhouette, thieving mental shots for my memory to devour on lonelier nights. My eyes feast on a heavy ridge in the sheets below his waist, and a small smirk hooks at one corner of my lips. My mind toyed with the idea of waking him up in an unorthodox way...

"Something you want, love?" His voice croaks out softly.

Oh fuck, ohhhhhhhh fuck.

My eyes darted back up to him, caught in a greedy act. His eyes flutter open and a wide closed smile positions on his mouth. He glances down at the victim of my eyes and then back up at me, cocking a singular eyebrow at me, he shoots me a menacing gaze as if he could read my mind.

Corrupt me, ruin me, I'm yours for the taking... break my mind.

I clear my throat and attempt to clutch at any opportunity of composure that was non-existent in my being.

"No, I was just waking up." My grin contradicting my absurd lie.

"Of course you were." He whispers, shifting the front of his body towards mine.

A confident sneaky hand  snakes under the sheets between the pooling warmth of my thighs. Intrusive fingers run along my already moistened slit. My lips fall apart in a breath and his eyes darken with an intense desire.

"Do you normally wake up this wet?" He teases and milks at my lie.

I shake my head no, my teeth slightly penetrating my lower lip as my hips rocking slowly into his stiff fingers. Retracting his fingers from under the sheets, he drapes a slick coated finger into his open mouth to taste. My eyes swell in an instant hunger.

"Open your mouth." He demands in a low voice, pushing his other slick lathered finger into my mouth.

I suck off the residue, taking the opportunity to swirl my tongue around the tip of his finger. His eyes grow in a primal need and satisfaction.

"You taste good on me." He mutters as his eyes narrow in on my lips pulling in suction around his finger.

His finger etched its way down the pad of my mouth until he couldn't push his knuckle further. My gag reflexes unfazed, my eyes fixate on him, while he watches on in amusement and slight curiosity at my lack of choking. Slowly retracting his finger, the hollows of my cheeks pull on him making it harder to release.

"You... you are something else." He chuckles in arousal.

He leans his face into mine, his hot breath scathing my skin, his eyes teetering between my lips and eyes. His soft lips brushing past mine in a successful tease. An inconvenient pair of knuckles tap at the door.

No no, don't answer that door!

My body jolts at the sudden interruption and he remains completely unbothered. Until a repeating pattern of knocks hit at the door in a light jingle. He huffs through his teeth.