Too tired to do this?

After letting my hand go, I slithered down his chest until I got to his trousers. “Were you planning to sleep with these?” I reached over to the lamp on the bedside table and switched it on, frowning when I realized he was still dressed in the same clothes he wore to work today.

“Yeah.” His cheeks coloured. “I returned an hour ago and just had dinner. I was very tired to remove my clothes,” he groaned, rubbing my eyes.

“Are you too tired to do this?” I tried to pull out my hand from him, but he held me, shaking his head.

“I'm always ready for you.” He smiled down at me, his eyes crinkling at the side.

Nodding, I undid the belt and the zip, pulled his pants to his ankles, and massaged his balls through the boxers. His penis's head looked out from his boxers, awakened from my touch. Low groans escaped from his lips as I stroked him.

I removed his boxers. There before me was his cock, thick, slowly engorging as my lips lowered towards him, and tongue enveloped him. I took him into m