Saturn

23 Breakfast In Bed

Apollo
I woke up horney as fuck. Saturn kept pushing her ass up against my dick land I could tell she was having some kind of wet-dream because of the tiny little moans that were leaving her pouted lips.

Atlas must have already gotten up because his side of the bed was cold.

Which left me and the little vixen, who was beyond oblivious to the things she did to me. And Atlas.

The white shirt she put on last night has ridden up to her lower stomach, so a full view of her baby-blue panties is what I'm greeted with.

Christ.

She rolled out of my arms and onto her back, where she had one arm above her head, making the shirt ride up even more, and another hand grasping onto my forearm.

There is always physical touch with Saturn.

I sat up on my side and rested my hand on my head, gazing at the perfect girl next to me.

I brought my hand down to her exposed belly, and drew soft lines up and down, she let out a moan at the contact my warm fingers made to her chilly belly.

The more I look at her, so soft, so innocent, so mine. The more I want her.

And I'm going to have her. Or a piece. Only a piece.

I'll have an early breakfast and she'll wake up with my face in between her legs. It's a win, win.

I shifted my body so I was in between her already spread legs, starfish sleeper.

I reached to my side and put my pillow under her hips, so she would be more comfortable.

She stirred a little and reached her hand out to where I was sleeping, trying to find my body, when she couldn't find it she started to whimper so I gave her my non dominant hand so she could hold onto me. She let out a content sigh after she realized I gave her my hand.

I leaned my head down to her belly and kissed a line from her belly to the band of her painty. She stirred a little and I could tell she was beginning to wake up.

I continued to tease the areas around her belly. Moving my open mouth kisses up and down her belly, moving down to the inside of her right thigh, I felt her start to squirm.

Knowing she was a little more awake then she was before, I moved to her left thigh, covering her silky skin in wet kisses.

"P-pollo?" Her voice was raspy from her sleep. She detached her hand from my hand and raised herself up on her elbows. "W-what ya' doin'?" She mumbled her words.

I kept kissing her thigh as I replied back, "I was planning on having my breakfast in bed, Kitten."

Her pouty lips parted slightly and her eyes widened slightly, "W-what breakfast?"

I looked up at her through my dark eyes lashes, a smirk finding it's way to my face, "you."

"P-pol-" she started but I stopped her.

"That's not my name right now is it, Kitten?"

She let out a tiny moan, "N-no Sir."

I smirked at her again and slowly brought both my hands to the hem of her panties, looking up at her for her consent, to which she nodded her head.

As soon as I saw her nod, I dragged the panties down her thighs and off her legs. I brought both my hands and put each of them underneath a knee. Spreading her thighs apart.

Once I saw her glistening pussy I knew my assumptions from earlier were correct. She was having a wet dream.

I blew cold air onto her clit, making her arch her back slightly, I took my middle finger and spread her wetness from her entrance to her clit.