Her disappointed huff sends a burst of liquid fire down my shaft.I squeeze my cock through my pants and grit my teeth as agony spears through my balls and up my spine.
I move her laundry to the dryer, enamored at how little the bundle is compared to a set of my clothes, and adjust the settings for the delicate, lacy underthings peeking out from the layers.
Despite every fiber of my being demanding I return to Penelope, I brace my forearms across the top of the vibrating machine and breathe until I’m no longer on the verge of combustion.The moment I rise, my feet carry me back to the couch.
Penelope still sits on the floor where I left her, but with the blanket bunched in her arms and her head back on the cushion where I sat.She’s fast asleep.A cute little half-snore escapes her.She shifts and tightens her arms around the blanket.
I slip behind her and prop the back of her head on my inner thigh.She twitches and murmurs a few incoherent words, but when I close my legs around her and stroke her head, she relaxes back into sleep.
I tell myself to pick her up and move her to the bedroom but seeing her in my clothes and my sheets will be too much temptation to resist.
She flinches and tightens her arms around the blanket.I run my fingers over her scalp.She mumbles and nuzzles against my thigh before relaxing deeper into sleep.
I lean my head on the back of the couch and fill my lungs with her soft, feminine scent.Although I yearn to gather her into my arms, the weight of her head against my thigh and the feel of her curves between my legs is more precious and intimate than I ever imagined.
Cherishing the moment, I hold my breath and enjoy the silkiness of her hair under my fingers until my chest burns and head swims, then exhale long and slow.
Sleep claims me in slow increments.Only small shifts of the soft, delicate creature between my legs interrupt my peace.
The first time she jumps, I smirk at the cute little reaction, thinking she’s just transitioning into deeper sleep, but when she lashes out and hits my calf with a bogey elbow, I frown in concern.
Her breathing grows ragged.She whimpers and kicks the underside of the coffee table.
Stroking her hair does nothing to wake her.I lean down to whisper assurances in her ear, but she knocks her head into my face and shoves at my thighs.
I rub my aching jaw and call her name.She flinches and kicks.The solid thud on the wooden table makes my toes ache with sympathy pain.
Deciding her ire is preferable to injury, I reach down and haul her up against my chest in a bear hug.
She bucks and slams the back of her head into my chin.
“Wake up, sweet pea,” I urge.
She doesn’t hear me even though she’s eerily silent as she battles her nightmares.
When she almost catches her heel on the edge of the coffee table, I rise and stalk to the far side of the room to the largest open space in my apartment.
She twists, kicks, and flails without crying out.My heart breaks anew.
I say her name again, but she arches her back and slams her heels into my shins.I curse and lower her to the floor.She fights harder.Even when I step away from her, she lashes out at demons I can’t see.
Desperate to protect her without harming her further, I settle flat onto my back—half on the rug and half off—and carefully roll her on top of me until her soft, feminine curves flatten against my hard frame.The hard points of her pierced nipples press against my abdomen.
For long, horrible moments, she doesn’t stop fighting.I take solace in her attack, gladly accepting her blows since it means she isn’t hurting herself on the furniture, and murmur nonsensical words of comfort.
With her fists full of my shirt, she finally settles the side of her face against my chest and wraps her legs around my waist.
I trail my fingertips down her spine and comb my fingers through her hair as she calms.Her little hiccuping breaths kill me while the softness of her body incites the hardness in mine.
I banish my arousal into the back recesses of my mind until she whimpers and writhes on top of me.
Unwilling to cross the line when she trusted me so completely, I hush her and slow my petting.
She doesn’t listen.Neither does my cock.With a muted moan, she twists her fists in my shirt and grinds her breasts against my chest.Lust turns my cock to steel.She tilts her hips and shudders as she rubs her pussy against my stomach.
“Wake up, Penelope.Don’t tempt me unless you mean it,” I growl.
She hums and slips her hands under my shirt.I groan and cup her nape.
