BPOV
I woke the next morning to find that I was lying on my back, which isn't how I usually sleep...at all. Something warm and heavy was on my stomach and I peeked an eye open to investigate. Dark, tousled hair tickled my skin with each upheaval of his head forced by my inhalation. He was on his side, his face positioned just far enough down my body to allow his hot breath to spill across the sensitive flesh of my nether region. I closed my eyes and swallowed thickly, the sensation of his breath threatening to rouse the Cooch.
He shifted in his sleep and it drew my attention to the warmth of his hand on the inside of my thigh, dangerously close to my center. I moaned at the dual sensation of his breath and touch and then clamped a hand over my mouth to stifle the sound, hoping like hell he hadn't heard me.
Double Agent Coochie had most definitely heard me. She was waggling her brows and motioning for me to shove his head between my legs. Please go back to sleep whore.
Justin mumbled something and turned his face into my stomach. His movement actually brought his head closer to my pussy and I arched a brow at Coochie, wondering how in the hell she had actually managed to do that shit. Shameless hussy.
He cupped my thigh and slid his hand up far enough that the side of his fingers were resting against my slit and I instinctively pushed my hips into him. I didn't mean to. It just happened, a reflex or some shit like that.
"Mmm," Justin mumbled in his sleep. At least I was pretty sure he was still asleep anyway.
And I'll be damned if that sound, coupled with his proximity to my girly parts didn't make me all horny and shit. I started doing some mental calculations, wondering if I could possibly get off on him while he slept, him never being the wiser. But of course that would depend greatly on how heavy of a sleeper he was. And let's face it, I'm wasn't exactly experienced in that area.
But then I suddenly remembered his own words from the limo...I'm here for your pleasure just as much as you are for mine.
So, I decided to test the validity of what he said. You know...see if he's a man of his word and all...it's purely for experimental purposes, so don't get all judgmental on me.
With one hand, I ran my fingers through his hair, while the other hand ran along his broad shoulder and down the length of his arm until I found the hand between my legs. Justin stirred a little, snuggling into my stomach. I couldn't see his face, which meant I also couldn't see his eyes to know if he was awake. Regardless, I kept going.
I laced my fingers through his and lifted his hand to cup my pussy. The weight of his hand there sent shivers through my body and I was instantly wet. His palm rested over my clit, providing a delicious pressure that forced a tiny mewl from my lips. I covered his fingers with mine and manipulated them to move how I wanted them to between my wet folds. I thought I heard Justin take a sharp intake of breath, but to be honest with you, with all the other sensations I was feeling at the time, I couldn't actually be sure that it wasn't all in my head.
I pushed his middle finger lower, circling it over my opening before forcing it inside my body along with my own finger. I was a little sore from the previous night, but not terribly so. In and out I worked his long finger. It wasn't the same as when he actually had control of his own movements...touched me the way he wanted to touch me, as only the King of Fingerfuck could. Frustrated, I removed his finger and drug it along my wetness to tease my clit instead.
Both of our fingers were drenched in my arousal, effortlessly moving over my pussy as I worked myself into a frenzied state. I could feel him twitching, definitely awake and wanting to move of his own accord. But he didn't. He left me in control and I wasn't sure that I even really wanted it at that point. I just wanted to get off.
