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The world contracts around me, and the minutes slow down. Time becomes irrelevant. My adrenaline eases and blurs into the darkness, and sleep begins to take hold. Dozy half dreams. The bliss of in and out consciousness.
I must be in a deep sleep when midnight comes, because I barely stir at the sound of… the room door closing. Not gently closed. Closed loud enough to warn me.
And now my heart is thudding, my ears pricked high and I can only just hear his footfalls.
He’s watching me. Should I kick the covers back? Or stay still and pretend snore? I have no fucking idea but this is way hornier than I imagined it would be.
I almost gasp when I feel the slow movement of the sheets being pulled back. I get goosebumps as the warmth is removed. I stir a little, and I know that he’s looking. The sheet is all the way down now. I feel the fabric of my slip move, he’s lifting it, exposing me. Should I roll onto my back? Or is that too obvious?
I remain still, on my side as my slip rides further, exposing my tits.
I can hear his breathing now, heavier. I wonder if he’s hard. Of course he fucking is.
I hear him move away, shuffling, he’s stripping off.
And then stillness.
It’s bizarre how exposed and on display you can feel in virtual darkness. I know full well his eyes are fixed on me, lying still. My goosebumps get worse, dancing down my arms. I feel prickly by the time I feel his weight sink back down onto the mattress beside me.
I imagine him naked, stroking his cock at the thought of what is to come. The urge to open my legs and play for him is so damn strong, but I stay asleep, stay still as he leans in closer. I feel his every move.
I can’t help jerking a little when he touches a nipple. I calm my breaths and stay still, hoping he forgives me.
He strokes my nipple, his fingernail catching, and it’s so nice, so good. What a fucking tease when his fingers move to my thigh. He eases my leg to the side, exposing me more. I wonder how wet my pussy must be. I’ll be so slick when he touches me.
Anticipation is a killer, waiting for fingers to touch and probe. But he moves away, to the bottom of the bed. What is he planning? I haven’t got a clue. Anticipation turns to the instinct of fear, and my eyes open in the darkness, but I catch hold of myself before I jump or freak out. User 1222 is bulky. Really fucking bulky. I can feel it in the way the mattress moves under him every time he makes a move. I think of bulky guy at the bar. It could be him. He stalks up higher and I hear his breaths behind me. It’s all I can do to keep mine steady – breathing in and out, in and out, long and slowly. Asleep. I need to be ASLEEP.
His naked body is baking hot when he presses against my back, and I snuggle against him, as though it’s nothing more than natural movement. Heat towards heat. I show just a hint of fake stirring, before my breaths are back under control. Long and slow. Long and slow.
User 1222’s warmth is beautiful and welcome as he spoons me, dwarfing me with the size of him. Bliss.
That’s all User 1222 does at first – spoons me in silence. Our breaths are in sync, and the strong bulk of him relaxes me as the fear fades away. My heartrate slows and my consciousness zones out. The dreamy half state is divine. Such a spike of contrasts, blurring.
Exhaustion, horniness, nerves, comfort. Contact.
User 1222 hooks his knees under mine when I’m truly zoned out, and I shuffle further back into him. I feel the unmistakable rod of his cock, hard against my ass, and damn. It’s as bulky as the rest of him.
Lucky me.
My pussy lights up. My breaths shorten, but I don’t snap back to the realms of wide awake. The darkness is soothing, and so is he. His arm is so inviting when he wraps it around me, but I don’t let myself roll into him. I grip my pillow and stay in slumberland, giving him full access to my tits.
I’m glad I’m so weary, because my moan is barely audible as he catches my nipples and twists them gently. The hitch of my legs is authentic, nothing more than instinct as I grind my ass against him. My breaths are still slow and steady, but his aren’t when his mouth lands on my shoulder, lips grazing.
He wants his sleeping beauty.
The willing flower on offer must be such a temptation…
I’m horny and ready for it when his hand finally slides down and urges its way between my thighs. I roll ever so slightly towards him, my breaths still full of slumber, and I let him guide my legs open.
I let out a murmur as his fingers find my slit, my thighs hot and clammy as I part them.
Shh, he whispers, growly but soothing. Relax… he says, and I yawn and shuffle, sinking back into fake dreamland as he teases me.
I want his fingers inside me. My pussy needs the invasion. I’m craving cock, and he has it there, like a gift just out of reach. It would be so easy to break character and roll into him like a wanton whore. It takes every scrap of restraint to focus on heady half-sleep and dark ambience, and not on begging for cock like the slut I am.
He knows I’m stirring, he can feel it.
Shh, he whispers again, easing his fingers inside my slit. Fuck, yes. It’s too good.
