"Yes, fine. Sorry, I fell asleep," I murmured, my words muffled against his chest.
"You were tired. Didn't you sleep last night?" His concern was palpable.
"Not much. I was excited," I admitted, shifting slightly.
"You should've woken me," he insisted.
"Oliver, you already get so little sleep. You didn't need to be up with me," I protested softly.
"I wanted to," he countered, his sincerity touching.
Uncomfortable in my shorts, I shifted to remove them, a sudden wave of self-consciousness washing over me.
"What are you doing?" His voice held a hint of surprise.
"Taking off my shorts. Why didn't you?" I questioned, unsure.
"I didn't want you to think I was taking advantage," he confessed, his vulnerability echoing my own.
“You had your mouth on me a few hours ago, and you were worried about taking advantage?”
“That was consensual. I wouldn’t touch you without your say so.”
I giggled. “What about now?”
“Do you want me to touch you now?” he said, his voice thick with seduction.
“I want you to fuck me. I had an arousing dream.”
He chuckled. “Oh? Tell me about it.”
“I’d rather show you.”
“Now I’m intrigued.” His voice was full of mischief.
I slipped from the bed and removed all my clothing. I wanted Oliver.
“Should I show you with your boxers on?”
“You want them off?”
In the moonlight, I saw him staring at me, and when I moved to the bed, he told me to stop.
“Why?”
“You look so beautiful in the moonlight. You’re gorgeous, Ryleigh,” he said.
A hot flush heated my face. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
“I’m not.”
He pushed the covers off, lifted his hips, and stripped off his boxers. I noticed his cock was sticking straight up, and I smiled.
“That didn’t take long.”
“You have my mind going. Now show me.”
I crawled onto the bed and straddled his hips, moving his penis so that it was flat against his belly. He gasped when I positioned it between the soaked lips of my pussy and began to slide back and forth. My dream had me wet and wanting.