When the film ends, I rise slowly, careful not to wake her, and scoop her into my arms.
She lets out a soft snore, nuzzling into my chest, one handfisting my shirt like she wants to pull me closer.
God, she’s perfect.
I cradle her as I move us upstairs, carrying her to our bedroom. Gently laying her on the king-sized bed, I help her out of her clothes while she mumbles sleepily.
Adorable.
Her body stretches out before me like a feast. Those perfect tits. That glistening, soaked pussy.
Wait—
Wet.
I groan under my breath.
Even in sleep, she wants me.
Maybe just a taste.
I part her legs, crawling between them until my face hovers over her slick centre—shining, begging for my tongue.
Pushing the mask up onto the top of my head, I press my tongue flat to her, dragging it slowly through her slit.
She moans softly, and I freeze—
My eyes flick up.
Still asleep.
I spread her open, staring down at the wetness coating her thighs. I breathe her in, deep and slow, then lick her clit, sucking it into my mouth.
Fuck.
Her taste is addictive.
Her hips twitch, rolling against my mouth. I hold her open as I dip lower, plunging my tongue into her and fucking her with it.
Then I swap it out for two fingers and suck her clit again, working her from both ends.
“Eli,” she breathes—a whispered moan.
I freeze.
Fuck.
Does she know?
I lift my head slowly.
Her eyes are still closed. Sleep still written across her face.
Maybe she’s dreaming.
Dreaming of Eli.
I don’t know how to feel about that.