No, you’re not going to feel up a woman who’s passed out in your bed. Get ahold of yourself.
I glance at her ass one more time and inwardly grown; there goes the snuggling I had planned. There is no way I’m going to press against her when I have a fucking growing hard-on in my boxer briefs. That just spells out creeper.
Grumbling to myself, I flip off the light and turn away from Adalyn. Itryto erase the images of her ass that’s only a foot away from my memory.
This is going to be one long fucking night.
* * *
Have you ever had a dream that felt so real? Like it was actually happening in real life?
That’s what is happening to me right now.
I’m in some kind of dream haze where my mind is making everything feel so damn real it actually feels like Adalyn is touching me.
Touching me all over.
Her small, thin fingers running under my pecs, scraping my nipples with her fingernails, pressing her palm against my thick chest.
Her nails scraping down my abs, one divot at a time, making me so damn hard that I can feel a sweat break out over my skin.
Her fingers linger back to my chest where they play with my nipple, causing a groan to erupt from my throat.
Her feather-soft hair tickles my chin, her scent so strong, it feels so real.
Scanning, scraping, touching, exploring, her fingers move up and down my torso, my dick growing harder with every touch until her fingers play with the edge of my waistband, my cock inching to be released.
My hips thrust up, begging, pleading, needing to be satisfied.
Fingernails scrape along the waistband, dipping in right near my cock. So close, so goddamn close.
“Fuck,” I mutter, the sound loud on my ears.
Eyes fluttering open, I notice the light streaming in through the windows of the small cottage, the white curtains barely blocking the morning sun. My body tightens when I shift to the side. My hand is wrapped around Adalyn, my wrist trapped by a piece of fabric, my hand full of soft, luscious skin.
My cock throbs.
My skin tingles.
My breath is erratic.
My balls tighten as innocent fingers continue to play with my boxer briefs.
Trying to blink away the fog I’m in, I realize I wasn’t dreaming. Adalynisin my arms, my hand is gripping her bare ass, her hair is spread across my shoulder and chest, and her hand is inching closer and closer toward my cock.
But when I think she might be awake, doing some early morning exploring, I look down at her beautifully sweet face and notice her eyes are closed. Eyes closed, mouth barely parted, blissful sleep consuming her.
Fuck, she’s asleep—caressing me—and it’s killing me.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I take in a deep breath, willing my body to relax, but when Adalyn’s finger grazes the tip of my cock, my eyes shoot open and my balls tighten so goddamn hard that I’m scooting out from under Adalyn before I can stop myself.
Dick hard as a rock, I shuffle to the bathroom, turn on the shower, and keep the bathroom door partly open as the water starts to warm up. From the mirror, I can see Adalyn plain as day. Eyes still shut, she flips to the side and curls into her pillow, the sheets covering that pert ass of hers.
Stripping out of my boxer briefs, I hop in the shower, grab some soap, lather up, and lean against the tile of the wall as I start to work the soap up and down my hardened length.
Hissing between my teeth, I grip the back of my head, my elbow pressing against the cold tile, my legs feeling wobbly. I’m already there, a few seconds from coming, just from some innocent touches, just from the memory of her scent floating past me, of the way her hair felt against my bare chest.
Up and down.
