I began to wake, climbing through the foggy layers of sleep to full consciousness. I could hear panting and I felt extremely hot. In my mind, I ran through the dream I had been living in seconds ago. Picturing the pleasures showered upon me by my subconscious mind, I realised the panting noise was coming from my own mouth. I was actually whimpering a little, so turned on was I by the activities I had been playing out in my dreams.

Fully awake now, cuddled into the pillow and aware of a distinctly damp patch at the top of my long, tanned legs, I turned to see if my boyfriend was still asleep. Completely unaware of the turmoil my body was in beside him, his eyes were closed, one arm flung over the top of the bed towards me. Hungrily, I licked his fingers, willing him to wake up immediately and see that I got my satisfaction.

He stirred a little as my hot, wet tongue lapped around the tips of his fingers, spiralling downwards to cross his palm with tiny licks.

‘Wakey wakey,’ I whispered. I saw his eyes flicker. He was awake, I was sure of it. For his own reason though, he was pretending to be deeply asleep. I would have to rock the boat – or the bed – a little more to get a reaction.

Rolling closer towards him, I led a trail of soft kisses up his bicep, across the bared throat and up, towards his mouth. His lips puckered slightly, ready to receive the kiss he thought was coming, but I had other plans. I was going to tease him until he admitted he was no longer sleeping. Leaving his lips behind, I kissed his neck and ears while sliding my hand over his taut, athletic stomach. Both of us were slender and I loved to touch the toned smooth skin of his belly. I gently slipped my fingers around, grazing his skin ever so slightly with the tips of my painted red nails. His muscles twitched a bit as I hit sensitive spots, but otherwise he remained as if sleeping. I moved lower, and unexpectedly slipped my finger under the band of his boxers, moving it along just far enough that I touched, briefly, the beginnings of some wiry hair. He gasped and I smiled to myself. I was succeeding in my seduction then.

I decided to take things up a notch and bent over him, lifting his t-shirt to fully expose his stomach to the cool night air. I started to brush my long red hair across his skin, then leaned over and licked just above his belly button. Slowly and deliberately, I started firm kisses, moving ever downwards. I could see the bulge in his boxers tighten and grow, and my hand against his chest registered the up tempo of his heartbeat. Yet still he thought to pretend to be asleep when I wanted fulfilling.

It was time for some decisive action, no more teasing. I wanted to feel him inside me, and