Familiarity ||| Jacaerys Velaryon

forty-two

Jace didn't usually wake before Alyssa did. But when it came to her saying his name, he woke quickly. He didn't know why she was waking him but didn't question it, humming in answer to her.

But when she didn't reply or tell him what she wanted, Jace woke up a little more. He turned over in the bed, wondering if she actually needed something.

As soon as he saw her face, Jace knew she was still sleeping. She didn't often talk in her sleep. At least, not that he'd noticed. Still, it had happened before. Jace was almost content to smile a little, kiss her cheek, and go back to sleep.

That was until her brows furrowed and a breathy, quiet moan fell from her lips. Jace knew that was what it was, he'd heard her enough times to know.

Her hips shifted and she relaxed a little. But Jace was suddenly reminded of the last time that scenario had played out. He'd woken up to her making noise like that, he thought she was touching herself.

He'd woken her up to kiss her, tell her that he would be happy to do that for her. Embarrassed, she'd admitted that it had been a dream. She'd gone to bed a little needy and woken up still feeling it.

That was when she'd given him permission to wake her up with it. There was something about still being sleepy and fucking that Alyssa enjoyed.

And upon quick further investigation, when Jace pulled back the duvet and pulled her nightgown up just a little, he confirmed the suspicion.

Alyssa was having another dream. Something pleasing, as confirmed by her glistening cunt beneath the fabric of her gown.

He realized she must've slept feeling a little worked up. Jace vaguely remembered her the evening before. She'd felt the best she had since White Harbour.

How neglectful he'd been. Sleeping when she was finally ready. That wouldn't do.

And then that idea wormed its way into his head. Of her permission to wake her up with it.

But he didn't want to focus solely on his pleasure. Not when Alyssa had been feeling so off. No, she deserved to feel good in the way Jace knew she liked best.

He was careful and quiet as he fully pushed the duvet aside. Jace really didn't wish to wake her with non-pleasurable movements, so he was soft as he pushed himself down the bed.

One of her legs was already bent, so it didn't take much to spread them and bend the other so he could get in between them.

Alyssa didn't even stir. A heavy sleeper, at least at that time in the morning. So engrossed in her dream the sensation felt like it was part of what was happening.

Jace carefully pulled her nightgown up past her hips, letting her legs fall more open and revealing Alyssa to him completely.

He intended to go slow. Jace didn't intend to startle her or let her miss out on the full pleasure of the experience. But he never had been patient. Just a taste.

Leaning forward, he chased the taste of Alyssa's unknowing arousal with his tongue. Perhaps it was because he loved her, but there really wasn't a sweeter taste than that. It went straight to his cock, which was straining against the confines of his clothes. But that could wait.