She watched from across the room. He slept, legs akimbo. Underwear pulled to one side by the weight of his body. The curve of his balls showed as they nestled against his thighs and the fabric.
She tiptoed forward. He didn’t move. She leaned closer. He slept. Moving between his thighs, she bent down and kissed that crease of thigh, just where his balls peeked out. Her lips were warm against his thigh. Her breath caressed his skin as she kissed him.
He moaned in his sleep.
She withdrew, and left quietly.
He dreamed of Sleeping Beauty, and being awoken by a kiss.