Hennessy stirs at the noise, rolling over onto her stomach, and her legs fall open as she settles back in.
In the light streaming in from the window and across her body, I can see the end of my tie peeking out from my own personal nirvana.
She kept it in. She fucking kept it in.
My good fucking girl.
I take a step closer to the bed, then another. I shouldn't be here. I should turn around and leave. But I can't. My body moves of its own accord, drawn to her like a magnet. I need to see it up close, need to touch it.
I'm at the edge of the bed now, looking down at her sleeping form. My fingers itch to touch it, to tug on it gently and watch her squirm in her sleep.
Carefully, I lower myself to my knees beside the bed. I reach out slowly, my hand hovering inches from her thigh. This is insane. I'm losing my fucking mind over this girl.
My fingertips brush against the wet silk, and I nearly come in my pants at the contact.
Hennessy's breath hitches, and she shifts again, her hips lifting slightly toward my touch even in sleep. I freeze, waiting to see if she'll wake, but her breathing evens out again.
I wrap my fingers around the end of the tie, giving it the slightest tug. The silk slides against her swollen flesh, and she moans softly in her sleep, her legs spreading wider.
My other hand moves to adjust myself, pressing against my erection to relieve some of the pressure.
This is crossing a line. I should stop, but I’m already so far past any line that matters.
Leaning down, my face is inches from her sweet cunt. My breath ghosts over her smooth golden-brown skin, and she shifts again, legs spreading even wider like she’s inviting me in even while unconscious.
I wrap my fingers more firmly around the end of the tie, mesmerized by the way it glistens in the moonlight. Slowly, I begin to pull, watching it slides out of her, inch by exquisite inch. Her pussy clenches around it, trying desperately to keep it inside. It's the most erotic fucking thing I've ever seen—her body fighting to hold on to my claim even in sleep.
“Mmm,” she moans softly, her hips shifting against the mattress. “Beckham...”
My name on her sleeping lips sends a jolt straight to my cock. I continue pulling, the wet silk sliding between my fingers as her body reluctantly surrenders it.
Her hips start rocking against the bed, small desperate movements as if she's chasing the sensation. The tie is halfway out now, and I can see my cum beginning to leakfrom her, coating her inner thighs with evidence of my claim.
“Please,” she whimpers, face pressed into the pillow. “Coach King...”
Fuck. Hearing her call me that while I'm between her legs makes me throb painfully against my zipper. I tug a little harder, and her legs spread wider in response, offering herself up to me even in unconsciousness.
The last few inches slide free, and her pussy spasms around nothing, desperately empty now. I hold the tie up, examining it in the moonlight. It's soaked through.
Bringing it up to my nose, I inhale deeply.
She's grinding against the mattress now, her ass lifting slightly with each roll of her hips. The shirt has ridden up completely, exposing her to my hungry gaze. My cum is leaking from her in earnest now, a steady trickle that stains the sheets beneath her.
“No pares, por favor,” she whimpers, her hips working against the mattress more frantically now. “Beckham, please.”
Something in me snaps at the sound of her begging for me in her sleep. All rational thought evaporates as need takes over. I drop the soaked fabric onto the floor and grip her ass with both hands, spreading her cheeks apart to fully expose her dripping cunt.
“Fuck it,” I growl under my breath before burying my face between her legs.
The first taste of her hits me like a drug—sweet and tangy and all fucking mine. I lick a long stripe from her clit to her entrance, tasting myself mixed with her arousal. She's so fucking wet, so ready, even in sleep.
“Oh god,” she moans, her hips bucking against mymouth. Her eyes remain closed, lost in whatever dream has her calling my name.
I devour her like a starving man, my tongue pushing into her.
My beard scratches against her sensitive flesh as I feast on her, and she responds by grinding back against my face, seeking more pressure.
“That's it,” I murmur against her cunt, “fuck my face, baby.”
