When you fall asleep without us having s**, I stay awake and take care of myself…
Lately, though, things have changed. I was jerking off one night last month, and you turned in bed so that your p****-covered a** was against my thigh. Your breathing was deep and slow, and I could tell you were deeply asleep. I rubbed your a** as I stroked my c***, and then slipped my hand into your p******.
My fingers went easily into your soft, wet p****, and I got much harder right away. As I slid two fingers into the p**** I wanted to be f******, I could almost imagine I was actually inside you. My back arched, and I came almost immediately, secretly thrilled by the idea of touching you this way.
The next night, I did the same thing, but facing you so that my c*** rubbed against your a**, and my c** spurted onto you when I exploded. This time, I had a washcloth ready to wipe away the evidence.
Since then, I have done this several times, even going so far as to finger your a** and p**** at the same time. I c** so hard knowing that I am taking advantage of you…
Last weekend, you fell asleep wearing loose shorts. I had my fingers inside you at first, but moved a little closer to nestle my c*** in the crack of your a** as I slowly rubbed its length. It was a hot night, and you were a little sweaty. My right arm was across your hips, with two fingers curling between your silky p**** lips. My left hand rubbed my c*** and kept the head tightly against your tight little a******. I tried very hard not to thrust against you, and it worked…I came hard onto your little rosebud, pulling you gently back against me as I exploded.
Yesterday, though, I hit a new low in this activity. You wore a striped blue nightshirt and nothing else. It slid easily up over your hips and belly after you fell asleep…your lower body was fully exposed, and you were snoring gently.
Trying not to jostle the bed, I knelt beside you. My fingers traced your p**** and then dipped inside, spreading your moisture along your lips and across your c***. I slid them deep into you and then rubbed your sweet juice down my shaft. As gently as I could, I bent your knee to spread your legs a bit, and your p**** gaped open, beckoning me. I returned to finger-f****** you, and used our combined juices to stroke myself. For a few moments, I even leaned in and licked along your p****, twirling my tongue across your c***.
Some part of that disturbed your sleep, though. Your breathing changed, and I retreated to my side of the bed under the sheet, heart pounding thinking I’d gone too far. However, you rolled to face away from me and were snoring again in under a minute. I moved closer. Your breathing didn’t change. I bumped my c*** into your crack again, and you kept on sleeping. I slid my c*** along your crack, savoring the slippery combination of precum and p**** juice that tickled me. When my cockhead felt the gap of your p****, I paused again, heart pounding even harder…could I really do this? I stroked my shaft while the word “r***” flashed across my mind for real.
Your breathing was steady, though, and my c*** answered the question. My glans was already feeling the heat between your lips. I thrust a little and slipped past the ring just inside, my fist still wrapped around my c*** to stop me from going too deep. With short strokes, I pumped my cockhead in and out of your p****, the soft fur of your labia teasing me while the clasp of your tunnel drove me quickly to the edge of o*****. With the little control I had left, I pulled back and sprayed my hot c** onto your a** at the last possible second–unbelievably, your snores continued.
I lay back with my heart thumping still–s***** thrills, guilt, pleasure, and fear all mixed together, but slowly, I relaxed. I cleaned the c** off you before it hit the bed, and wiped gently along your a** and p**** so you wouldn’t wake up too sticky. I pulled the nightshirt down again and covered you with the sheet before I fell asleep.
In the morning, you woke me by stroking my c***, and when I was fully hard, climbed on top of me and rode me until you exploded on my c***, soaking me with your juices. I flipped us over and pounded you the way I wanted to last night, filling you with my c** after a few minutes.
When I whispered, “God, I love f****** you!” between breaths, you had no idea how much that statement included! “I love it, too” was all you said, and we fell back to sleep in each other’s arms.