12. Marcus
MARCUS
Maisie lies beside me, exactly where she fell asleep hours ago. Her breathing is slow and even, the deep rhythm of exhaustion. She hasn't moved since I pulled her against my chest after her drowsy permission. The word still echoes in my mind: yours.
I prop myself on one elbow, looking at my sleeping fiancée. The word feels new, thrilling. Mine in every legal and emotional sense soon.
She's lying on her back now, one arm above her head, the other resting across her stomach. My t-shirt has ridden up to her waist during sleep, leaving her lower half exposed. Her legs are slightly parted, an unconscious invitation that makes my cock stir immediately.
I take my time just looking at her. Memorizing every detail in the moonlight—her brunette hair spread across my pillow in waves, face peaceful and young in sleep.
The stress that usually tightens her features is gone completely.
Full lips part slightly with each breath.
The diamond engagement ring on her left hand catches the light, and possessive satisfaction floods through me.
Her petite body looks even smaller in my large bed. Smooth pale skin, soft feminine curves, the visible evidence of my earlier possession in faint marks on her neck and thighs. My body responds fully to the sight of her—cock hardening, desire building with familiar intensity.
But I don't rush. This is about worship as much as possession.
My hand moves to stroke her face gently. I trace her cheekbone, her jaw, her lower lip. She doesn't stir, her sleep deep and genuine. My hand trails down her neck, feeling her pulse steady beneath my fingers. I continue down to her chest, feeling her heartbeat through the thin t-shirt.
She's not wearing a bra underneath. Her small breasts are soft beneath the fabric. I palm one breast gently, thumb brushing over her nipple through the shirt. I feel it harden under my touch despite her unconscious state.
A small sound escapes her throat. "Mmm..."
But her eyes remain closed, her breathing unchanged. She's deeply asleep, exactly as she said she would be. Exactly as she wanted.
I carefully gather the hem of the t-shirt and slowly pull it up her body, navigating around her sleeping form. I have to lift her shoulders slightly, and her head lolls to the side with the movement. I slide the shirt off completely, leaving her naked in my bed.
The sight of her bare in the moonlight makes my breath catch. She's beautiful, vulnerable, trusting. Mine completely.
I take a moment just to look at her nude form—small perfect breasts with tight nipples, flat stomach rising and falling with her breathing, the swell of her hips, thighs slightly parted. Her pussy is visible between her legs, soft and inviting.
I begin to touch her with reverent hands. Starting at her shoulders, working my way down. I cup her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples. They peak further under my attention.
She makes another soft sound. "Ahh..."
Her back arches slightly, a sleepy response. But her eyes stay closed, face peaceful.
My hands continue their exploration—the curve of her waist, the soft skin of her stomach, hip bones I trace with my thumbs, inner thighs I stroke with feather-light touches. Each touch is meant to worship, to claim, to appreciate what she's given me.
I position myself between her sleeping legs. Gently part her thighs further, settling comfortably between them. I look at her pussy in the moonlight—pink, soft, perfect.
I lean down and place a gentle kiss on her inner thigh. Then the other thigh, working my way toward her center. My tongue traces through her folds, tasting her. She's not wet yet, but as I continue the oral attention, her body begins to respond.
I take my time, licking and sucking gently. No rush, no pressure, just patient worship. Gradually I feel her growing slick under my tongue. Her unconscious body responding to my touch.
As I continue, her sleeping body shows signs of arousal. Her breathing deepens slightly. Hips shift restlessly on the bed. Quiet sounds escape her. "Mmm... ahh..."
Her thighs fall more open, granting better access. One hand moves on the bed, fingers flexing. All unconscious responses that encourage me to continue.
I focus on her clit, circling it with my tongue. I feel her pussy growing wetter, her body preparing despite her deep sleep. I slide two fingers inside her carefully. She's tight and hot, gripping my fingers.
A louder moan. "Ohh..."
But still she doesn't wake, lost in exhausted sleep.
I pause, lifting my head to look at her face. Checking for any sign that she's waking. Her eyes remain closed, face relaxed. Breathing deeper than before but still the rhythm of sleep.
I say her name softly. "Maisie."
No response.
I try again, slightly louder. "Maisie."
Nothing. She's deeply under.
Satisfied she's still asleep, I continue. My fingers inside her, tongue on her clit. Building her toward an orgasm she won't consciously experience.
I feel her pussy beginning to flutter around my fingers. Her body tightening, approaching climax even unconscious. I increase the attention on her clit, fingers pumping steadily.
Her breathing becomes faster, small gasps escaping her. Her hips lift off the bed slightly. "Ahh... mmm..."
Then her pussy clamps down on my fingers rhythmically. Her back arches, a soft cry. "Ohh..."
She's coming in her sleep, her body shuddering through the orgasm. Her face shows unconscious pleasure—lips parted, eyebrows drawn together. The sight is intensely erotic.
I work her through it, prolonging the pleasure. When the waves subside, she settles back into the bed. Still deeply asleep, a slight smile on her lips.
I rise from between her legs, my cock achingly hard. I've been patient, but my own need is demanding attention now. I position myself between her thighs, looking down at her sleeping form.
My fiancée. Naked and trusting beneath me.
The diamond ring on her hand catches my eye. The possessive satisfaction of knowing she's mine in every way floods through me.
I grip my cock, guide it to her entrance. She's wet from her orgasm, her pussy ready despite her unconscious state. I pause one moment, just appreciating the trust. Then I push inside slowly.
My cock slides into her sleeping pussy inch by inch. She's tight and hot around me, her body gripping me. A soft sound escapes her. "Mmm..."
Her head turns slightly on the pillow. But she doesn't wake, her sleep too deep.
I push deeper until I'm fully seated inside her. I pause there, buried completely, just feeling the connection. Her pussy clenches around me unconsciously. The sensation makes me groan quietly. "Fuck, Maisie..."
Even asleep, her body knows how to take me.
I begin to move, slow careful thrusts. Nothing rough or demanding—this is about worship. Each stroke deliberate, meant to cherish rather than claim aggressively. My hands on her hips, holding her steady as I fuck her sleeping body.
I watch her face constantly for any sign of distress. But she shows only unconscious pleasure. Soft moans with each thrust. "Ahh... mmm..."
Her breasts sway slightly with my movements. Hands move restlessly on the sheets. Legs fall more open, unconsciously granting access.
The moonlight bathes us both, making the moment almost ethereal.
She's my fiancée now. Soon to be my wife. This level of trust humbles me. She gives herself to me completely, even in sleep. No one else has ever had this from her—I'm her first and only. The possessive pride of that knowledge makes my chest tight.
I'll spend my life earning this trust, protecting her, loving her. My young bride-to-be, so beautiful and trusting beneath me. The age difference, the taboo history, the fights we've endured—all worth it for this.
My pace increases slightly, pleasure building.
I feel my orgasm building, the familiar tension in my spine. I want to prolong this, make it last. But my body has other ideas, need overwhelming control.
My thrusts become slightly deeper, harder. Still careful not to hurt her or wake her roughly. But more insistent, chasing my release.
Her sleeping body responds. Her pussy tightens around my cock. Soft cries with each thrust. "Ahh—mmm?—"
Her back arches off the bed. Head thrown back on the pillow. She looks like she's having an erotic dream, pleasure written on her sleeping face.
I bury myself as deep as possible. Hold myself there as my orgasm hits. "Maisie—fuck?—"
My cock pulses inside her, flooding her pussy with cum. I grind against her, making sure every drop stays inside. The primal satisfaction of marking her this way, filling her. Claiming my fiancée even while she sleeps.
She makes a soft sound. "Mmm..."
Her pussy clenches around me, milking me.
When my orgasm finally subsides, I stay inside her. Both of us breathing hard, though only I'm conscious.
I carefully pull out of her sleeping body. Watch as my cum begins to leak from her pussy. The sight is intensely possessive and satisfying.
I go to the bathroom, return with a warm washcloth. Gently clean her, tender touches between her legs. She stirs slightly but doesn't wake. "Mmm..."
I toss the washcloth aside, pull one of my t-shirts back over her head. Careful not to wake her as I dress her sleeping form. I settle her under the blankets, arranging them around her.
I lie down beside her, pulling her into my arms. Her back to my chest, my arm around her waist. She nestles into me unconsciously, perfectly fitting against my body.
I press a kiss to her shoulder, then her neck. Whisper against her ear though she can't hear. "I love you. My fiancée. Soon to be my wife."
The words feel like a promise, a vow.
She makes a soft contented sound in her sleep.
I hold her, possessive and satisfied. Tomorrow she'll wake up sore and knowing what I did. And she'll love it, just like she planned.
But for now, I just hold her. My woman, my love, my future. Exactly where she belongs.
My eyes grow heavy, exhaustion catching up. The emotional day, the proposal, the somno scene. All of it catching up to me finally.
But I fight sleep a bit longer. Just want to hold her, feel her breathing against me. The diamond ring on her finger is visible where her hand rests on my arm. Physical proof of our commitment.
Tomorrow will bring new challenges. College for her, work for me, eventually planning a wedding. But tonight, this moment, is perfect.
I finally allow myself to drift off. Both of us sleeping, tangled together. The future stretching ahead full of promise.