She didn’t move. Her breathing didn’t change.
I kissed her skin again, my fingers roaming over all the bare inches of it I was somehow lucky enough to be given full access to. Her tits rested heavy in my hands, overspilling fingers that stroked her nipples, slowly and gently testing each one to see if she’d wake.
Her breathing changed slightly, and she shifted, but I was still fairly sure she wasn’t mentally aware of what I was doing to her.
But physically, her body responded. I dragged my hand down her belly, finding her little nub of pleasure between the lips of her pussy. I nudged it with my fingertip, testing it to see her reaction.
She didn’t move, but when I slid my finger lower, searching for her entrance, I found the hot, wet center of her, slick and ready for me.
“Fuck, Violet,” I whispered into the stillness of the room. “I could take you right now, couldn’t I?”
She didn’t respond, and her breathing settled back into that familiar pattern of sleep.
Heat rushed through me, my dick kicking at the knowledge this wasn’t right.
And yet, she’d given me permission. Not just that, she’d practically begged me to do it.
She wanted to wake up with me inside her.
Her tits didn’t sit perky on her chest. They lolled to the sides, natural and heavy and so fucking soft I wanted to use them as pillows every night for the rest of my life. Her nipples were beaded and taut, needy for my mouth, but my tongue wanted to taste her.
With the blankets somewhere on the floor, I gently nudged her legs apart and slid down the bed until my face hovered over her glistening core. I couldn’t resist the urge to tongue her there, to slide it through the silky arousal at her opening and spread it to her clit. I played with the bundle of nerves, flicking at it with my tongue, my gaze firmly pinned on her face, backing off when her eyelashes fluttered too much, signaling she might be waking.
I wanted her body so needy it welcomed me inside without an ounce of resistance. She’d put so much trust in me tonight, and I was desperate to show her I deserved it.
I needed to show her I didn’t have to listen to that voice in my head that demanded I put my fingers around her perfect throat and squeeze.
There was nobody here to stop me.
I could do whatever I wanted to her, and no one would be the wiser.
Yet the urge to squeeze her throat, normally so loud in my head whenever I was alone with a woman, was quiet, satiated by licking her sweet pussy instead and making a game out of not waking her.
Her eyes stayed shut, her body completely relaxed beneath me. My dick ached so hard I couldn’t ignore it anymore. Careful to keep a gap between our bodies, I hovered over her, palms pressing into the mattress, no longer focused on the pulsing point in her throat that would have normally begged for my fingers.
I notched my cock at her entrance, slicking up the head of it, and then inched inside her so slowly it was like dripping molasses. Bottoming out, her pussy swallowing me whole, I stared down at her, waiting for her eyes to open.
It didn’t come.
There was no way she would have still been asleep normally, but neither of us had slept in over twenty-four hours. Add in the trauma and physical exertion of running up and down rocky cliff faces and fighting angry seas, as well as the emotional impact of being sure we were going to die, it was hardly surprising her body had shut down as heavily as it had.
I fucked her slow. So damn slow it was torture, when all I wanted to do was slam into her hard and fast and wake her up so she could fuck me back.
The urge for her to respond increased as her body reacted to mine, and her breaths grew into something that sounded more like pants. A moan slipped from her lips twice, and I was driving in and out of her, fucking her for real before her eyes finally fluttered open and she registered me above her.
I waited for the fear to show in her eyes. For her to tell me to get off her.
But she just gasped.
And then her hands were in my hair, drawing me down, and she was kissing my mouth, our hips pistoning together.
The last of the numbness inside me melted away.
I sank down onto her, crushing her beneath me, but she didn’t complain. If anything, she drew me in tighter, wrapping her legs around my waist and anchoring me to her so I couldn’t pull out more than a few inches. We moved together, my pubic bone against her clit, her hips driving up to take every thrust.
With my weight resting on one forearm, I slid my hand up the side of her body, needing to touch her, needing to ground myself in her and remind myself she was still here. That she waswarm and real and she wanted this as much as I did. That she was choosing my weirdness that had done nothing but terrify women in the past.
I skimmed my palm up her side and over her breast. My fingers splayed across her chest and inched higher until they were around her throat.
