“Wakey wakey, Charlotte. It’s 4 pm. Wake upp~” The annoying voice doesn’t stop bothering me till I moved my sleeping position but still not waking up. “Still not getting up?” Tom doesn’t give up. I can barely register his smirk in his voice. But I couldn’t bother, nobody wakes me up from my nap. Never, sleep is my bae.
It started slow on my arms then it trailed down onto my waist, tracing my ribs over my shirt. His fingers tickling me and I giggled uncontrollably. Still, I don’t open my eyes. Writhing around, trying to slap his hands off only to grab at the air in vain. He’s persistent. Like those annoying motherfucking flies. I complained by groaning, “nnoo…”, but the smile remains on my lips.
He doesn’t relent at all as his lips followed his touches. Leaving wet trails over the swell of my breasts. “I love it that you don’t wear a bra at home.”
“I can see your nipples. How perky and hard they get when you become aroused.” His voice gets husky, deepening the more he speaks. I’m definitely awake now. 100% alive. Sharp. My ears tuned in to the sound of his voice.