As He Sleeps–2
“Aiden,” I moan.
“I know, baby. Fuck, I know.”
He takes my lips, kissing me deep and strong. His fingers prod at the rim of my asshole and I swallow the pain from the sudden intrusion. He massages the muscle, kissing me so that I loosen up, and then he slowly pushes the plug inside.
I pull away from his lips, gasping as my hole closes around the thinnest part of the plug,
leaving just the base on the outside.
He moves it in a slow circle, and I moan, dropping my head onto his shoulder. I reach between us, beginning to pull down the waistband of his sweatpants, but he stops me with his hand on my wrist.
I blow out a frustrated breath. “Aiden-”
“I’m not going to fuck you tonight, baby.”
I swear, tears prick the back of my eyes. Has Zaid’s plan suddenly become Aiden’s?
“You are going to fuck me.”
A breath leaves me and my pussy throbs, new wetness pooling at my entrance. He cups the back of my head, pulling on my hair as he smiles down at me.
“You like that idea, baby?”
I nod, even through the pain of him pulling on my hair.
He leans in close, his lips brushing against mine as he speaks. “I want to wake up to the sight and the feeling of you riding my cock.”
My breath catches. “What?”
“I want you to coil yourself up so tight with pleasure that you will have no other option than to use me as I sleep.”
“Aiden.” Doesn’t he know that I’m already coiled up so tight that I’m going to snap?
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He kisses me slow and deep before pulling away and lifting me off his lap. He settles me on the other side of the bed, covering both of us with his sheets.
“Good night, baby,” He whispers and then clicks off the lamp.
I’m left with my mouth gaping in disbelief. What the fuck?
My body is so lit up, I don’t know how I’m going to come down enough to sleep. Maybe I can please myself enough to where I won’t need Aiden. Or Zaid, for that matter.
I start by tracing lazy circles against my hipbone, letting the touch ignite more points of pleasure through me. I try to keep my breathing low so that I do not moan.
The minutes pass and soon I’m feeling the edges of my pleasure.
It’s harder to keep quiet, the more I touch myself.
The more my ass clenches around the plug.
I spread my legs further, letting my knees fall to the sides, one of them grazing Aiden’s
thigh.
He doesn’t move.
I gasp softly as I circle my clit. My orgasm comes quick, pleasure running through me. I breathe out my relief and close my eyes, ready to let sleep take me.
I toss and turn before realizing that I cannot sleep. My body wants more.
It’s not enough.
So, I return my fingers to my clit and rub until I come again.
And again.
My eyes hurt from how tired I am, and the slow pass of the hours has done nothing to ease how much I want to feel full. I’m breathing heavily from the adrenaline, while Aiden is breathing heavily with sleep. I blow out a steady stream of air, not knowing if I should take his words as a serious request.
With my heart hammering in my chest, I reach for him. I place my hands on his chest and
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straddle his hips, breathing out quietly to not wake him.
His brows frown slightly, but he doesn’t move, his eyes still closed in sleep.
I reach between us, lowering his sweatpants and gasping when my hands come in contact with his erection. He’s hot, throbbing.
He hums under his breath and I lift my hips. I swipe the head of his cock at my entrance, but I stop myself before I lower onto it.
