The hour was late, and you were asleep. I carefully pulled down the bedsheet, then cautiously removed your négligée, admiring every alluring curve. I softly traced my fingers across your flawless skin, gradually moving downward as your legs parted. With two fingers, I delicately caressed your tender folds. Your emerald-green eyes fluttered open, shimmering in the moonlight. Your beautiful smile was all I needed before continuing.