We had a thing going, although you wouldn’t know would you? How we fucked, how i spent hours late at night devouring your body. And how when your alarm was about to go off id finish inside you, tell you I love you, and go back to my room.
This had been going on ever since I found out you were on heavy sleeping medications, although it started out as any fumbling relationship would. Tentative hands running on your body, making sure you were asleep. That was good enough for a time. But touches turned to grope, the meat of my hand digging into your bald little slit.
And you moaned, didn’t you kitten? Your back arched into me as I could feel you start to leak all over my hand.
From there, I had to have you.
The first time you were almost too tight to get it in. You gave a yelp in pain as I forcefully entered you. But the little sleepy moans never stopped. That was our first time, the start of our thing.