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"You're very beautiful, Skye. Very, very beautiful." My eyes wander from her face to her back and then to her ass and her shapely legs, down her calves to her feet, which are hanging off the bed. "You can shift up a little bit if you want. Your feet don't have to hang over the bed."
"It's a weird thing that I do," she says, wrinkling her nose.
"Sorry, what?"
"I like to hang my feet over the bed. I know it's weird, but it just makes me feel better. I don't know. I can't fall asleep or whatever if my feet aren't hanging over the bed."
"What about when you're with someone?" I say, frowning slightly. "Don't you..."
"Don't I what? Don't I wrap my legs between theirs and play footsie with them all night?" She grins at me. "Maybe, maybe not. Wouldn't you like to know?" I stare at her for a couple of seconds and don't say anything, because I'm very desperately trying not to picture my legs entwined with hers or our feet playing footsie.
"Okay, let me turn off the lights and see if I've got any candles."
"Ooh, yay. And what music are you going to play?"
"I don't know. What would you like me to play?"
"Something melodic. Nothing crazy. No heavy metal, no hard rock, no country, no rap."
"You're not leaving me many options."
"Maybe something classical, like an opera."
"Do you like opera?" I ask her.
"No. I mean, sometimes. But I don't know opera, so I won't sing along with it. So then I can just really relax."
"Okay then. Let's see if we can get some Carmen playing for you."
"Thank you," she says. "Okay, I'm going to close my eyes now and just relax."
"Sounds good." I head back into the kitchen and open one of the drawers and pull out some candles and a lighter. I carry them back to the bedroom and place them on the night table, then turn off the lights. I get up on the side of the bed and I knead my fingers into her shoulders. She groans immediately.
"Oh my gosh, this should be illegal."
"What should be illegal?" I ask her.
"How good this feels." She lets out a low moan. "Oh my gosh. This feels fantastic." I can feel myself hardening as she makes the little whimpering sounds.
"I'm going to unclasp your bra if that's okay."
"It's fine," she says and giggles. "Don't try anything funny though."
"Would I do that?" I say, and she just laughs. I run my fingers up and down her back and massage her neck and her head and her shoulders. I make my way down to her waist and her buttocks. "Is this okay?" I ask softly, but she doesn't respond. "Hey, Skye." I stop for a second, and I notice that she's falling asleep. I smile as I see her lying there. "Oh, sweetness," I say.
I gather her up and pull the sheet back and place her into the bed and cover her. She has a large, wide, beautiful smile on her face as she snores slightly. I blow out the candles and head to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I should take the couch and sleep there. I want to be a gentleman.
I finish brushing my teeth, grab a pillow and a blanket, and head to the couch and lie down. I turn on the TV and watch it, but all I can think about is Skye topless in my bed, sleeping. I wonder if she hadn't been so tired and if she hadn't been so drunk just where the night would've led us. I wonder what it would be like to be sleeping next to her, her breasts pressed up against me.
But I didn't want to violate her in that way. I didn't want to put her in a position where if she woke up in the middle of the night, she’d have reason to question what may or may not have gone down. Even though I want her badly, I need her to know that I would never cross a line that she was not fully aware of.
I groan as I shift my cock in my boxers and roll over onto my side. I'm still hard. "Fuck," I mumble under my breath. I stare at the TV screen and then turn it off and just stare up at the ceiling. I am not going to be able to sleep unless I take care of this.
I take a deep breath and work my fingers down to my hardness. It's not like I'm in the bed with her. It's not like I'm masturbating right next to her. I'm lying on my own couch by myself and I'm pleasuring myself, something that I do almost daily. I'm not going to feel guilty.
I close my eyes and picture Skye's staring into mine; her parted lips, the way her breasts bounced in that dress, the way she tasted as I flicked her clit with my tongue as she hovered over my face.
"Fuck," I moan as I grip my cock and move my hand up and down. "Fuck, Skye. Fuck, I want you so badly."
