Sleeping Tight [M/f] [sleeping, free-use] [light bondage]

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You are always such a light sleeper in the morning. Any tiny sound anywhere in the house, or even your closed eyelids noticing sunlight wakes you so easily. 

But it is 2:46am and you are stirring ever so slightly in your sleep next to me. You let out the softest little moan a moment ago. And now I’m studying you in the darkness. You’re normally so still and so quiet, that tiny moan I heard coming from you has my ears and nerves on high alert as my eyes adjust to the blackness.

You’re lying on your stomach in the middle of the bed, one leg out stretched the other bent, making a number 4 with your legs. Your arms near your sides, your head turned away from me. You are breathing deeply, very much asleep in your oversized t-shirt and panties. My dark study of you, taking in your curves, your breaths. I’m admiring your ass, when you shift so subtly– your pelvis grinding into the mattress as another soft moan escapes your lips. A sexy little, “oh,” is sighed so desperately into the stillness of the room.

My cock twitches, jealous of the portion of the mattress your hips rotated into. I wish I knew what you were dreaming. I’d love to project on the wall whatever fantasy is playing out in your unconscious mind.

Your hips gyrate once more, and I can’t help myself. Hardly touching you at all, I lightly run my fingertips over your panties. I’m unable to reach your clit without getting a hand underneath you. Pity. 

I don’t want to wake you, but my interest is piqued, you’re my little sleeping experiment. Can I influence your dream? How much can I touch you without waking you? I need to find out.

From your position, I have full access to your ass and the latter half of your labia. So your vagina is mine, too, beneath those lips if I dare. 

I run my fingertips along the accessible parts of your labia. Barely touching you over your panties. You’re always so warm here, I want to bury myself in it. But I don’t. 

I cautiously open the nightstand and grab the knife I keep there. I carefully cut away your panties from both sides of your hips. I pull the cotton fabric away from your skin, so it’s no longing obstructing my view or my access. Now it’s just a useless piece of cloth pinned underneath you. How I’d like to be pinned where it is. Right there between your clit and the mattress.

I go back to barely touching your lips, this time feeling them directly. They’re bare and warm, and so, so soft. You coo into the pillow, still breathing deeply. I slowly dip my index finger between your fold– so slowly, like balancing while dipping a toe in a pool to see if it’s too cold to swim. Unlike a pool, it’s never too cold here, but always so wet. You are so slick, I want to explore deeper. I need to know what’s playing out in your mind. I withdraw my fingertip, spreading your own lubrication over the outside of your labia. Seeing it glisten in the darkness is doing terrible, wonderful things to me.

I grab silk ties and slip them loosely over your wrists, looping them there before tying them off to the top posters of the bed. I don’t want to wake you, so there’s a ton of slack, but in your state I doubt you’ll notice.

You grind lightly into the mattress once more, a pleasurable “mmmmm” leaves you mouth. 

Fuck, it’s a hot thing to witness. I feel a drop of precum form on my tip.

I decide careful and cautious are about to be out the window. I gently touch the warm, sticky spot I left when I withdrew from your folds moments ago. This time three of my fingers delve between your lips, probing slowly along your slit. Spreading the wetness you had trapped there as far forward as I can along your labia. You stir a bit. Your legs instinctively go to close, trapping my hand in your folds. 

What a delicious place to be. I’m touching you less lightly now. Stroking along the inside of your lips, wishing I could feel how swollen that little pearl is underneath you. It has to be, with all your grinding against it, there’s no way it’s still trapped in it’s hood. I just want so badly to touch it, roll it under the pad of my thumb, feel how engorged it’s become.

Engorged. My cock feels so heavy. 

I run my fingers back towards me, towards your opening. Passing it and trailing your wetness between your ass cheeks before returning to it, quickly inserting the first two knuckles of my index finger into you. You moan louder and squirm against me. I press my finger down to the left, hooking it against the spongy little mass there. Massaging your g-spot. 

You’re undeniably awake, but your mind is still mush. You’re disoriented and drowning in a lusty fog. I want you to stay there in this mindset of primal need and desire, I don’t want it flooded by your consciousness. “Shhhh,” I whisper, pumping my finger into you, “go back to sleep.” Your arms move pretty freely in their ties, but when you notice they’re bound you stop struggling. Your muddled mind not realizing how free you could be and are.

You relax, your legs loosen and widen a bit. You accept this lustful stupor and let your mind drift into it, moaning and moving your hips in small circles into the mattress while another finger penetrates into you. You “mmmmm” into the pillow.

“Good girl,” I whisper. You’re so tight and so slick, my cock is throbbing with each wet sound coming from your cunt. 

You’re breathing harder now, enjoying the attention your g-spot is getting. I move between your legs, widening them further around me so I’m kneeling between them. Worshipping at your altar, my hands dripping in your holy water. 

I pump into you faster, deciding I’ll enter you as you cum. You’re right there, grinding your clit on the mattress while I assault your spot inside, you come hard from the internal massage. I waste no time pulling my fingers out and shoving my rod in their place, hammering away hard as your body is still convulsing in orgasm. You feel exquisite, clenching and unclenching involuntarily around me. So tight in prone position, your whole body moving as I thrust into you deeply. As if you’re speared by me; I plunge deeply in and your limp aftershock body jolts in the direction of my thrusts. Your clit grinds against and into the mattress every time I slide back into your slick sheath.

I’m close to coming, all those light movements from earlier replaced by rough, unapologetic thrusts bottoming out inside you. Your breath catches and you bite into the pillow. You’re little clit can’t take much more friction, I ram into you faster. Three hard pumps and you cry out, convulsing again around me. Sending me over the edge, I spill my load deep inside you.

I pin you down, and kiss your flushed cheek before rolling us onto our sides in one fluid motion. Spooning you with my cock buried in your soaked cunt until we drift back to sleep.

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