After Midnight_(1)

I woke up at 1 am with a throbbing pain between my legs, struggling to open my eyes and breathe, my lungs short of air from having kept my pulse low for awhile. Now I clearly feel it rising again as my hand searches down to grab a hold of my cock. It is rock hard, the front of my boxers is wet and clinging to the throbbing shaft as if it is trying to keep it down, it is pulsating and pushing upwards to peek out from the elastic band. I must have had a good dream I didn’t remember it. All I remember is falling asleep to the smell of Heather’s shampoo lingering in her hair long after she showered.

She is laying with her back closely pressed to my chest, her legs pulled up and her chin sunk down towards her chest. She is asleep; her hands are grabbing onto the edge of the duvet as if she is trying to cover herself up and I feel it strangling me, leaving me unable to move while sweat starts forming in a layer all over my body. My face is wet and red by the time I push the boxers down and feel my balls. I wonder for how long I’d been asleep like this. I feel as if I’m bursting though partly asleep, my heartbeat only slowly catching up with me as I’m adjusting my eyes to the dark room, soon making out the shape of Heather’s figure pushing up the duvet. Earlier in the evening in the kitchen, she was bent over the island edge, her legs slamming into the lower cabinet and her arms desperately grabbing the edge.

They’d been all over me; we’d been fucking for the third time her arms wrapped around me as she tried holding still, covering up her screams by closing her mouth tightly around my neck. She left five bite marks which had now turned a deep shade of blue. They stung a little as I turn my head to glance into her hair, the long locks surrounding my face and making me breathe shampoo again. She smells wonderful. It didn’t help my hard on. I wanted to go back to sleep, but I couldn’t. The pulsation is too loud, sending shivers through ever vein in my body. I give the head a light squeeze and can immediately feel the precum slipping out of the tip and into the damp fabric of the boxers. There is no way I can go back to dreaming like this and with a quick glance at Heather’s sleeping face, I start jerking off. My fingers move up and down the warm shaft, the movement slowly at first but soon quickening in pace.

The sound of my palm hitting the base of my cock echos in the room like small slaps. My balls pull up at ever jerk. The hairy sack is filled with cum and I try pulling at it to make it go quicker, I was left on the edge without relief. It made me gasp and swear beneath my breath. ” Come on,” I whisper and press the back of my head into the pillow, trying to think of something sexy, my mind is blocked with the drowsy dream from earlier and I’m unable to do anything but to stare up at the dark ceiling. ” Fuck…” I whisper out of breath and let go of my throbbing cock to wipe my forehead. The pain is worse my dick wants more than a hand and a fantasy, as I turn my head again and glare at Heather, I know what I had to do.

I slip closer quietly. She didn’t move. Her curved back pressing to my chest again as I press my groin in between her legs, my hard cock resting on her soft, warm thighs. I feel now she is sweating too; it is lightly moist here and as I push myself in, I gasp to her hair and bit my lower lip. It is like being licked and squeezed by a pair of tight, pretty lips. I pull out a little, letting my cock slip until only the head is held securely and I push lightly forward again, feeling the stroke down the side of my veins, filling me with warmth. She still isn’t waking up – it makes me move closer, placing a arm in around her and, as if she is asking me to continue, the pressure makes her let go of the duvet which slips a little down, revealing her small, perky breasts. I’m now rocking steadily to her thighs, my gaze resting on her breasts, and I can’t help myself from grabbing one of them, clenching it in the palm of my hand and making her gasp.

” Mhmm…” Her sound made me stop, but she kept sleeping, the light whistling telling me she had no idea what is going on. I got brave; my cock kept pulsating more and my pulse rising, I start tugging on her nipple, fondling her breasts and rocking more faster, my cock moving in and out between her legs fast my balls slapping her skin. Heather starts making more sounds; her hands start moving, her lips spread open as she gasps in her sleep, turning her head as to listen carefully to what is going on. I reach up and press my fingers to her mouth to feel she is breathing deeply and she is still gone. I can’t quite understand it, then my lazy memory picks up on the nights event; Heather had a headache and taken a sleeping pill to make sure she would doze off. It was working wonders and it left me questioning if I could do anything to her now, play with her body however I want without having her wake up. I didn’t know how powerful such a pill is. All I know is that I’m hard, Heather is next to me and, as I slip my hand up between her legs, I realise she is wet.

Her labia spreads for me and her clitoris rubs hard aganist my fingers.