My fingers move—just slightly, circling the tight peak. Feeling it harden further under my touch. She makes this small, sleepy sound in her throat, arching into my hand like she's chasing the pressure even in dreams. My cock goes painfully hard against her thigh.
Fuck.
I do it again. Roll her nipple between thumb and forefinger, gentle, testing. Her breath hitches, a tiny whimper slipping out. My dick throbs in time with my pulse.
I have to stop.
I start to pull away, slow, careful not to wake her.
Her hand catches mine in her sleep. Weak, instinctive. Presses it back against her breast. Holds it there.
"No," she mumbles, voice thick, barely conscious. "Now I'll be cold."
Fuck.
I leave it. Warm skin. Her heartbeat steady under my palm. I try not to think about how perfectly she fits in myhand. How many times I've woken up like this. How many times I've pretended it meant nothing.
But now she's holding me there.
And I'm not strong enough to fight it.
My thumb brushes her nipple again—slow circles, then a light pinch. She sighs, body shifting closer, leg sliding over mine. The movement drags her thigh along my cock, and I bite the inside of my cheek to keep quiet.
I want more.
I want to lift the hoodie. See her in the dim morning light. Take that hard peak into my mouth. Suck. Taste. Feel her wake up around my tongue.
My free hand moves before I can stop it. Fingers find the hem of the hoodie. I drag it up—slow, careful, inch by inch. Cool air hits her skin. Her nipple pebbles tighter.
I stare.
Pale skin. Perfect curve. The dark pink tip begging for my mouth.
I lean in. Breath against her skin. Close enough to feel her warmth. Close enough to taste if I just…
My lips brush the underside of her breast. Soft. So fucking soft. I open my mouth, tongue flicking out, tracing the curve before I close over her nipple. Gentle suction. Just once. Just to feel.
She moans—low, sleepy, needy. Her hand tightens on mine. Her hips rock forward, pressing her heat against my thigh.
Fuck.
I suck harder. Tongue circling. Teeth grazing. Her body arches, offering more. My cock leaks against her leg.
I want to flip her onto her back. Spread her thighs. Bury my face between them. Make her come on my tongue until she screams my name.
But then her eyes flutter.
Not fully awake. Not yet.
Reality slams into me like cold water.
What the fuck am I doing?
I pull back fast. Hoodie falls back down. Hand jerks away from her breast.
She mumbles something incoherent, rolls closer, and settles again. Still asleep. Still safe.
I lie there, heart hammering, cock aching, staring at the ceiling like it personally betrayed me.
