A laugh slips out, quietly. She went through all the trouble to build a fort, and here she is glued to me anyway.
When I shift slightly, Mya stirs. Her breath deepens, hitching softly as she wiggles in her sleep, her ass pressing back against my cock. It hardens instantly.
I should roll away and put space between us. But instead, my hand finds its way to her waist, fingers skimming up her torso until they reach her breast. Her hand moves, covering mine. She moans, still asleep, murmuring something when I squeeze gently.
I tug at the neckline of her pajama top, dragging it down just far enough to bare her breasts. Her nipples pebble instantly, and I pinch one between my fingers, watching the way her body twitches in response.
My cock throbs against her, my control fraying thread by thread.
I press my nose to the curve of her neck and inhale, dragging my fingers slowly back down her body, over her stomach.
A soft sound slips from Mya’s lips. “Worth…”
For a second, I think she’s awake, but her lashes simply flutter.Is my kitten dreaming about me?
I let my fingers drift lower, between her thighs, until I find her heat under her shorts. A guttural noise slips past my throat. She’s not wearing panties and she’s wet, already open to me, even in her sleep. I brush her entrance before sliding a finger inside. She twitches, a whimper caught in her throat. I stroke her slowly, in and out, feeling her growing slicker, her breathinggrowing uneven as her body yields to me without conscious thought.
This should feel wrong. But pressed against her like this, her softness giving way to my touch, it feels inevitable. If she were awake, she’d probably remind me that we shouldn’t be doing this, but her body betrays her every time.
I ease a second finger inside, stretching her. Mya lets out a broken mewl that shoots straight to my cock, already hard against her ass.
“That’s my good kitten,” I murmur, curling my fingers.
Her body goes rigid as she starts to wake. “Worth… what are you doing?”
“Making you come.”
Mya whispers a protest, but her pelvis presses into my hand.
I quicken my pace.
“Worth…” she moans.
Harder.
“Please…”
“Please what, Kitten?” My thumb finds her clit, circling slowly. “Do you want me to stop?”
She mumbles something incoherent, then lets out another low moan.
“Please… Make me come.”
A growl rumbles from my chest as I lean in, teeth grazing her earlobe. “Your wish is my command, pretty girl.”
I work her until she’s trembling, breath splintering, moans rising. When I feel her cresting, I curl my fingers upward and beckon, my palm grinding against her clit.
Mya gasps, arching hard, her thighs locking around my wrist. “Yes. Fuck, I’m coming.”
It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.
Then, as if nothing happened, her body slackens, her breathing evening out as she slips back into sleep.
I bring my fingers to my face, inhaling her scent. One I never want to forget.
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