“Exactly,” I agree with a half-smile. “What about you? What’s your kink?”
“That’s…” He shifts, his smile faltering for a moment, then quickly recovers, looking almost sheepish. “Um, that’s a little complicated.”
Ah, there it is.His red flag.
I was waiting for it.
“What is it?”
He hesitates, then glances away, rubbing the back of his neck. “Ever heard of… somnophilia?”
I bite my lip as I try to place the term. “Is that the thing where guys roofie girls and fuck them unconscious?”
His eyes widen. “No.” He shakes his head quickly. “No,” he repeats. “I mean, yes, but no. That’s not whatI’minto.”
“It’s not?”
“No,” he repeats a third time, but much more softly. “I’m into… fucking you while you… sleep. Seeing how long I can take you, how much I can pleasure you until you come. See if I can make you come while you’re asleep. See if you wake up from an orgasm or wake up sore with my cum running out of you.”
Fuck.
A shiver overtakes me at the thought, sending a jolt of heat straight to my core.
Fuck, that’s hot.
“Did you… while I slept last night?”
He shakes his head vehemently. “Fuck no. I’m only into consensual somno. I would never do anything to anyone without permission. I know that most women aren’t into it, and it takes a shit ton of trust to do that. I’ve never had somebody to live out that kink. It’s more of a fantasy, so it’s absolutely no problem if you’re not into it. Sex with you is amazing as is.”
I look at him, my mind whirring with images I probably shouldn’t be entertaining. The thought of him fucking me while I’m sleeping, only to wake up with his dick deep inside me or with my pussy leaking, but he’s gone?
Shit.
When I don’t reply, he starts to look more nervous. “I promise I’ll never do anything like that to you.”
I reach out, placing my hand on his arm. “Please don’t promise such atrocious things,” I murmur. “Iwantyou to do that to me. I’m a pretty hard sleeper.”
At least I am when I’m drinking.
His eyes widen, and his breath audibly hitches. “Wait, you’re not… freaked out by it?”
I shrug, turning slightly to face him, my knee brushing his thigh as I settle into a more relaxed position. “I am, but in a good way.”
He stares at me as if he’s trying to decide whether I’m messing with him. “Fuck, Sparkle.” He shakes his head and lets out a low chuckle that sends another shiver down my spine. “I think I just fell in love with you.”
“Don’t ruin it.” I groan, leaning back on my hands as I shift further onto the bed, my fingers digging into the comforterbeneath me. Tilting my head to the side, I give him a look that’s part playful, part warning. “Rather, tell me more about what you’d do if I let you.”
The change in my posture draws his gaze, and his eyes darken. Without breaking eye contact, I pull up one foot and press it against his chest. He smirks and leans into the contact, his hand wrapping around my ankle as he looks at me with a dark, hungry expression. Slowly stroking my calf, his thumb brushes lazy circles against my skin, and my breathing catches, turning labored. His body heat now radiates against my foot, making my skin tingle.
“I’d come into your room while you were asleep?—”
I cut him off with a teasing scoff. “How?”
His voice drops to a whisper, almost conspiratorial. “I have my ways.”
“So you would what, break in?”
His gaze quickly flicks to my lips before meeting my eyes again. Then he leans down, brushing a kiss against my shin. “Is it breaking in if you allow me to?”
