You look so peaceful in your sleep, love. Pretty and still. Innocent. Which makes me smile, because I know. All I have to do is pull down the sheet a little to see your night clothes hiked up and your hand tucked between your legs. Only a little more moving and looking shows your fingers wet from your cunt, even in sleep. I wonder what you’re dreaming about as I move to kiss you on your forehead, on each nipple through the thin fabric, holding long enough to feel each one harden against my lips. On your tummy, holding long enough to feel you breathe once, twice, and inhale the scent of your skin. Between your legs, with a long slow lick to taste you. You shift, arching up to me just the tiniest bit even in sleep. That’s my girl. Your body knows it’s mine even as you dream. It makes me so hard. In a minute my clothes are shed and I’ve joined you on the bed, gently pushing your legs apart. I know I’ll eventually wake you. I wonder a little exactly when it will happen as I move my cock to your slick lips. Will it be on first touch? As I stretch you open? As I hilt myself in you? I watch, and feel you with every nerve.
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