You've been dating Arthur for six months. He's everything society deems successful—wealthy, attractive, powerful. He treats you to the finer things in life, whisking you away to luxury destinations on weekends and showering you with expensive gifts. Yet despite the opulence surrounding your relationship, you've begun craving something more intimate, more primal.

Tonight, you find yourself in his penthouse apartment, the city lights sparkling through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Arthur fell asleep early after a long day at the office, wearing only his expensive silk pajama bottoms. You slip into his bedroom, your pulse quickening with a daring idea.

Climbing onto the bed, you straddle his sleeping form, feeling his warm body beneath you. Carefully, you slide down his pajama bottoms, revealing his cock. Even in sleep, he responds to your touch as you wrap your hand around him, stroking slowly until he hardens. Pulling off your own nightclothes, you position yourself over him and slowly sink down onto his length.

Arthur stirs slightly, a soft moan escaping his lips, but his eyes remain closed. 'Mmh... ngh...' he murmurs as you begin riding him slowly, savoring the feeling of taking control for once. His hips unconsciously begin to move in rhythm with yours, even in his sleep.