But I try hard to keep up the pretense of sleep, because I know that’s the only reason she’s allowing herself to come near. She’s shivering, and she actually lifts up my arm and folds it over her body, before nestling into me.
She doesn’t stop at that. I nearly groan when she wriggles her butt, pressing it against my cock, making me painfully stiff. I have to force myself not to grab her hips and grind myself against her, but even the slightest change in my breathing has her pausing.
I concentrate hard, and she relaxes as she hears the deep, slow breaths I am forcing my body to make to convince her I’m fast asleep. Then she brings up a hand behind her, touching my dick through my briefs. She takes the hand that’s hanging over her arm and directs it toward her crotch.
I bite down on another groan as she slips it underneath her panties. It’s all I can do to keep my fingers limp as I feel her wet folds. Then she begins to rub my fingers against her pussy, again stopping every time she so much as imagines a shift in my breathing.
I can’t take it anymore. I start to move my fingers against her, finding her clit and rubbing it, as I grind my cock against her ass. She gasps, but I disguise it all with my slow, heavy breaths. Maybe she thinks I’m dreaming. Whatever the case, after herinitial surprise, she relaxes into my touch as I massage her pussy, reveling in her wetness, wishing I could sink my cock into the tight bubble butt that’s pressed against it.
But I also know that I’m on thin ice as it is. The only reason she’s letting me do all this is because she thinks I’m sleeping. No matter how much of a sexy dream you’re having, it takes some coordination to stuff your cock into someone’s ass.
Guess I’m going to have to go to sleep frustrated.
Instead, I concentrate on pleasuring her, toying with her clit, increasing my movements as I feel her start to ride my hand.
It’s addictive to watch my little cricket come.
It’s even more addictive to deny her, and succumbing to the old sadistic streak, I suddenly smack my palm over her pussy just as she’s about to drench my hand with her orgasm.
She inhales sharply and tries to wriggle herself against me, but I’ve got her pussy firmly clamped against my palm. She can’t do a thing but squirm in frustration. She can’t even wriggle a finger under my hand to touch herself.
If she wants to come, she’ll have to wake me.
But she’s apparently so determined not to that she sighs and allows her body to sag, deciding to fall asleep just as frustrated as me.
Relenting at last, I start to move my fingers again. She moans loudly before clapping her hand over her mouth as I dip a finger into her pussy, pushing it in and out slowly, in the kind of way I imagine a sleeping person might do.
I kind of doubt someone sleeping as heavily as I’m pretending to would be able to do all this to her, but she’s clearly convinced herself of it.
She can’t help another whimper of contentment as I continue to circle her clit and massage the spot deep within her, and when she comes at last, she sinks against me with a blissful sigh.
And then she turns to me and… kisses me.
It’s so sudden it’s all I can do not to return it passionately. But she’d probably kill me if she realized I’d been awake all this time. So instead, I keep my eyes resolutely closed as she kisses me again before snuggling into me.
Then she’s back to crying silent sobs against my neck, wetting my skin with her tears while I clench my jaw, fighting against my impulse to fold her to me and soothe her.
At last the sobs die down, and the sound I’ve been waiting for—the snoring that’s not so light after all, probably because her tears have made her stuffed-up—tells me she’s asleep.
I let myself sink into a deep sleep too, a much deeper sleep than I’ve had in years, with her body nestled where it belongs, against mine.
Chapter 8
Quill
FUCK!
She’s gone.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
Since when am I such a heavy sleeper? Cursing at myself, I jump up, quickly grab my clothes, knowing I probably stink from the lack of a shower.
But I don’t need a shower this morning to wake me. My body is on high alert.
FUCK! What a fucking idiot I am!
The room key in my pocket is gone. She snuggled up to me, and maybe she did need some comfort—shewascrying after all—or maybe she knew I was awake. Whatever the case, the minute I fell asleep, she took advantage of the situation, grabbed my key and fled.