𝐃é𝐟𝐢 𝐌𝐨𝐢

𝟑𝟕 | 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐆𝐨

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A sensuous haze of my dream had left me gasping, whimpering, and yearning for more of it—more of him—causing me to squirm into my place while keeping my eyes closed to avoid seeing the actual world.

I was sleeping; I must have been sleeping, because I did not remember waking up the next morning after cuddling myself into the man who was placing soft yet demanding kisses in my dream, all over my stomach and below, till it reached the apex of my womanhood.

I could feel my legs being apart gently; I could feel his arms tangling under my thigh as he raised them above him—his shoulder, head, or face—I couldn't tell, but I could feel every hot breath of his mouth on my exposed core as he blew on it.

I must have gone crazy, dreaming about Nicolas in such a way when he was sleeping right next to me on the couch.

When I felt a gentle, wet suck on my mount of nerves, I felt myself whispering his name in my slumber.

"I am here, darling." His voice somehow echoed in my ears, more real and present than it should be for a dream, before a harsh and stinging sensation occurred on my inner thigh.

Only to have me realize that it wasn't a dream.

I jolted awake when he bit my other thigh again, nibbling afterwards on the same spot. I arched my back to look at him; his eyes immediately seized mine from between my legs, his upper body bare as he gazed at me with hunger, a starving of his want for me, while his lips were on my thigh.

My head falls back when he runs his finger on my drenched folds, teasing me with his movements and leaving a brush of his touch on my clit.

"I woke up and realized," Nicolas purred, smearing my sensitive folds with his fingers. "I hadn't gotten a chance to have my desert last night and seeing you sleeping peacefully made me wonder if I should quietly have it before you woke up."

A guttural moan escapes my lips as he inserts his finger into my anal hole—the same finger that had been taunting me minutes before.

"I tried to put a control over me; oh, I swear I did." He licks a long stripe of my pussy, from my entrance to above, where I ached the most. "And I decided to get up and order some breakfast for us, but the moment I pulled the covers from me, I saw you naked under that little skirt of yours; I didn't realize you had been this way with me all night."

His thumb rubs over my clit, slowly and torturously, and I bucked myself into his touch. But his arm holding my thigh above his shoulder was quick enough to pin me to the couch where I lay.

"The nerve you had to sleep like that with me, all inviting and pulling me into you." He grumbled during his sentence, and I looked at him again, only to see his green eyes boring into me with a lethal spark. "Or maybe you wanted this to happen last night?"