I hadn’t yet begun to cross over from sleep when two hands pushed me on my side, facing me against the wall on one side of the bed as I was spooned from behind. We cuddled like that for a while, and I slipped back into a deep sleep. Behind my back, my girlfriend silently drove herself mad, imagining scene after scene, image after image, her nose pressed to my neck, inhaling my scent as she ground herself against me, at first slightly, but more and more insistently. We had talked about sleep-sex before, but unless it’s baked in, making the move can (understandably) make one nervous.
Behind me she touched herself, her right hand teasing herself as she bit her lip, refusing to wake me up with a moan already, but unsure what to do. A craving which made her gush onto her own fingers pushed her forward, her clit moving in small circles as she silently tortured herself. *I need it*, she thought, *I don’t care, I don’t care he’s asleep – I need it. Now.*
She worked up to it, her chest against my back, her hands starting to wander, left arm draped over my side and rubbing my chest before sliding down, down, her hot breath wet on my neck as she grasped me through my boxers. I was still dead to the world as her left hand began gently squeezing and massaging my cock through my boxers, light kisses planted up my neck and to my ear as she quietly took care of me, but my breath deepened as my body reacted. Her soft palm warmed my balls as my boxers began to tent, and a small sigh escaped us both as my cock was finally freed of the fabric.
I began to stir when her licked hand slowly began to stroke me from tip to base, gently gliding along my length as I felt her other arm, pressed between us, flexing as she toyed with herself. I woke up to her tongue on my neck and only had a moment to take stock before her little gasps accompanied her tightening hand. I moaned softly into the wall as she got close, both hands speeding up, determined to drain me. She was bent around me, still spooning, so I could feel her body breath and flex as she got closer. She knew I was awake and just didn’t care, that was clear by how loudly she’d moan, by how casually she’d lick her hand and reach into her underwear just to lube up my cock better.
Her hand rotated as she jerked me off, long curved strokes away from us both forcing me to moan, and all I’m able to do is softly tug my balls with one hand and hold her ass with the other. In this position we moaned until she began to breath in staccato, and I could tell by how frantic her strokes were that she was so, *so* close, her pussy’s throbbing obvious even through the hand pressed into my back. We didn’t say a word, but I pulled her tight to me by her ass as she bit my shoulder, knees coming up as she came, curling, groaning into my ear until she lay back, lazily playing with her oversensitive clit.
Rolling on my back beside her, I slowly began to stroke myself, watching her naked body in the moonlight as she played with herself. My toes curled at the feel of her thigh gripped in my hand until I rolled on my side, facing her as I came, her chin tilting up, lips meeting mine as her hand felt my balls spurt up and across her body, from hip to bellybutton to nipple, until fat globs of my cum simply fell from my tip and pooled above her pussy.
I kissed her forehead and fell onto my back, touching feet as I watched her lazily play with the cum covering her, sometimes tasting, fingers dragging through, drawing lines and curves as sleep fought its way back in command.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/qgm866/woken_up_without_a_word_mf