1. Flynn #2
I lean in, my breath hot against her ear. "You haven't been resting properly, huh?" I murmur. "No wonder you're sleeping so deeply."
Her body arches slightly, pressing into my hand.
I trail my fingers down her side, over the curve of her hip, down the smooth expanse of her thigh. She whimpers again, her legs shifting restlessly.
My cock aches.
I slip my hand beneath the hem of her camisole, my fingers splaying across her stomach. Her skin is like silk, warm and trembling. I can feel her heartbeat, fast and fluttering, beneath my palm.
She moans.
The sound is soft, needy. It goes straight to my cock, making it jerk against my zipper.
I slide my hand higher, my fingers brushing the underside of her breast. She gasps, her back arching, pressing her tit into my palm.
I pinch her nipple through the thin fabric.
She moans, her hips bucking off the bed.
"Still not waking up," I murmur, my voice a dark rasp.
I pinch again, harder this time, and she whimpers, her body writhing.
I can't wait anymore.
I tug the camisole up, exposing her breasts. They're perfect… full and round, her nipples already hard, begging for my mouth. I lean down, my tongue darting out to lick one stiff peak.
She moans, her fingers tangling in the sheets.
I suck her nipple into my mouth, my teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. She gasps, her back arching off the bed, her hips rolling in slow, desperate circles.
I slide my hand down, my fingers slipping beneath the lace of her panties. She's wet. Soaked.
I groan against her tit, my cock throbbing.
"Fuck," I murmur, my fingers teasing her slit. "So wet for me, even in your sleep."
She whimpers, her thighs parting further, inviting me in.
I circle her clit, my fingers slick with her arousal. She moans, her hips jerking, her body chasing my touch.
I slide a finger inside her.
She's tight. So fucking tight.
I groan, my cock leaking in my jeans.
I add another finger, stretching her, fucking her slow and deep. She whimpers, her body clenching around me, her hips rolling in time with my thrusts.
I suck her nipple into my mouth again, my tongue swirling around the stiff peak. She cries out, her body trembling, her pussy fluttering around my fingers.
"Come for me," I growl against her tit. "Come on my fingers."
I pinch her clit, my fingers curling inside her, and she shatters.
Her back arches off the bed, her mouth falling open on a silent scream. Her pussy clenches around my fingers, her arousal gushing over my hand.
I groan, my cock pulsing, my balls drawing up tight.
I keep fucking her through her orgasm, my fingers relentless, my mouth never leaving her tit. She whimpers, her body trembling, her pussy clenching around me.
"Good job," I murmur, my voice rough. "Taking my fingers so well."
She moans, her hips rolling, her body still chasing the pleasure.
I pull my fingers free, bringing them to my mouth. I suck them clean, my eyes locked on hers.
Her taste explodes on my tongue… sweet and musky and hers.
I groan, my cock aching.
I need more.
Her panties are even more soaked now.
The lace clings to her skin, dark with her arousal, the scent of her thick in the air.
My fingers hook into the waistband, and I peel them down her thighs, slow, savoring the way her legs shift restlessly as the fabric drags over her skin.
She doesn't wake. Just whimpers, her hips lifting slightly, as if begging for more.
I toss the panties aside.
Her thighs are slick with her arousal, glistening in the dim light. I run my hands up the inside of her legs, my thumbs brushing the soft skin just below her cunt. She shivers, a quiet moan slipping from her lips.
Then she spreads her legs.
Not wide. Not enough to be deliberate. Just a slow, sleepy parting, her knees falling open like she's inviting me in. Like her body knows what it wants even if her mind doesn't.
My cock throbs, painfully hard.
I unzip my jeans, the sound loud in the quiet room. The relief is instant, my cock springing free, the head already slick with precum. I wrap my hand around the shaft, giving myself a slow stroke, my eyes locked on her.
She's perfect.
Pink and glistening, her folds swollen with need. I could slide right in. She's wet enough. She'd take me so well, even in her sleep, her body stretching around my cock like it was made for me.
I grit my teeth, my hand tightening around my shaft.
Not yet.
I want her awake for that.
I want her to know.
I shift closer, my knees sinking into the mattress. My breath is hot against her thigh as I lean in, my tongue darting out to taste her. She's sweet. Musky. Intoxicating. I groan against her skin, my cock jerking in my hand.
I lick a slow stripe up her slit, my tongue circling her clit. She gasps, her hips lifting off the bed, her fingers tangling in the sheets. I do it again, slower this time, savoring the way her body trembles beneath me.
I slide a finger inside her, then two, fucking her slow and deep while my tongue works her clit. She moans, her hips rolling, her body clenching around my fingers. I can feel her getting closer, her arousal coating my hand, her thighs trembling.
I stroke myself faster, my cock aching, my balls drawing up tight. I suck her clit into my mouth, my tongue flicking the sensitive nub, and she cries out, her back arching off the bed.
She's close.
I can feel it.
Her pussy flutters around my fingers, her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I curl my fingers inside her, pressing against that sweet spot, and she shatters.
Her back arches, her mouth falling open on a silent scream. Her pussy clenches around my fingers, her arousal gushing over my hand, her thighs shaking.
I groan, my cock pulsing, my balls tightening. I keep licking her, keep fucking her with my fingers, my hand flying over my shaft.
Then I come.
Thick ropes of cum spill over my fingers, splashing onto the sheets, onto her thigh. I groan, my body shuddering, my cock pulsing in my hand. I keep stroking myself, milking every last drop, my eyes locked on her.
She's still trembling, her body riding out the aftershocks of her orgasm.
I groan, my cock twitching.
I take a deep breath, my body still humming with pleasure. Then I reach for her panties, pulling them back up her thighs, adjusting them so they're snug against her cunt. I tug her camisole down, covering her breasts, smoothing the fabric over her stomach.
She sighs, her body relaxing into the mattress, her breathing slowing.
I lean down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Sleep well," I murmur.
Then I slip out of the room, closing the door behind me with a quiet click.