The best I get is drifting off for a few minutes, then jolting awake, cold hands cinching my throat thanks to my newest recurring nightmare: Leilani looking at me with cold, empty eyes.
It’s four in the morning, the house dead silent. I doubt I’ll get any sleep. I should head downstairs for a cup of coffee, but the steady rise and fall of her chest keeps me under the covers. It’s calming, grounding. I’ve never been addicted to anything in my life, but I swear I could watch her breathing forever.
We didn’t bother dressing after sex, and now the curve of her bare ass nestles against my cock.
My palm spreads across her stomach, feeling the warmth of her skin, the steady thrum of her heartbeat under my fingertips.
I’m suddenly very fuckingawarethatI’m spooning her naked body. She’s soft everywhere I touch, fragile in a way that makes my chest ache. She has no idea how fucking honored I feel whenever she lets me hold her close.
My cock swells, heavy between us, throbbing against her like it’s got a mind of its own. My blood heats, desire spreading fast. I’ve always liked sex, but never needed it this much.
Since Leilani basically bullied me into fucking her, I’ve barely lasted a day before tearing her clothes off, spreading her legs, and pushing inside her like I’ll die if I don’t.
Her hair falls across her shoulder. I move it just to see more skin, and press my lips into the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent. My cock jerks again, primal need pooling low in my stomach. It grows beyond controllable when her words echo inside my skull.
I’ve given up hope you’ll make good on your words.
There’s something criminally erotic in knowing she wants to wake up with me already inside her. That she craves being used, claimed, filled before she even opens her eyes.
I roll my hips just a bit, my breath stuttering at the feel of my cock sinking between her ass cheeks.
Fuck.
I grit my teeth, trapping a groan deep inside. I want her dreams turning filthy because of the reality outside.
“You wanted me to make good on my words,” I whisper in her hair, my hand ghosting down her stomach until it slides between her thighs. “You’re so warm, hellcat.”
I shift back enough to hook her leg over mine, opening her up. I brush my lips against her shoulder, trailing slow kisses along her warm skin while I swipe the tip of my finger between her folds, cursing under my breath. Her body gives into me so easily... she’s wet before I’ve even earned it.
With my free hand, I cup her breast, full and heavy, and knead, rolling the hard peak of her nipple between two fingers, with barely any pressure.
“Fuck, baby,” I breathe, rolling my hips into her, every move careful. “You feel like a dream.”
I don’t want her to wake. Not yet, not until she’s on the brink of an orgasm. I touch one finger to her clit, rubbing small circles, no more than a whisper of pressure. My other hand still toys with her breasts, and my cock slides against her ass, throbbing harder with each pass, leaking at the tip.
My breath quickens. The buildup, the fact she’s asleep but growing more aroused, the filthiness of the moment... it all drives me insane. I take my time, circling her clit and grinding into her, my cock pulsing as I rock her softly.
“It hasn’t been long...” I whisper, keeping the volume as low as possible. “But I can’t help it, and—” I pause, swallowing a grunt when more precum smears against her ass.
“I love you, baby. So fucking much it scares me sometimes. You’re all I think about. You’re in my head, in my heart, in my fucking blood.” I kiss her shoulder, mouth lingering there while my finger eases inside her, curling deep. “One day, I’ll tell you while you’re awake.” I grind into her again. “First I need to know you’ll stay with me when it’s all over.”
She stirs faintly, not waking, just responding to my touch, her breath still even, calm and shallow.
“Shh. You’re okay, hellcat. Sleep. Keep dreaming.”
I fuck her with one finger until my cock’s damn near ready to burst. Shifting her again, I guide myself into her entrance, and hold my breath,pushing the swollen head inside my girl.
As soon as it’s in, I stop. One hand grips her hip, the other teases between her legs, fingertips gliding lazy circles over her clit.
“Feel that?” I kiss her neck, sinking another inch.
Every muscle in my body coils with restraint as I press deeper, inch by inch, letting her pussy stretch around me before I give her more. But then she shifts a little, and I lose it, sinking the last three inches at once.
A hiss falls from my lips at her heat clamping down, and I freeze, buried to the hilt, fighting every instinct that begs me to flip her face-down and fuck her raw until she breaks apart.
We’ve done it a hundred times by now, butthis... this is a first. I want more. I want it to last. I want to see how long I can keep her asleep while I’m inside her.
“That’s it, keep dreaming,” I whisper, pulling my hips back. “Nice and slow.” I rock into her carefully. “I’ll get you off like this. I want you to wake up as you come on my cock.”
