Sex While Asleep Fucking Sleeping Beauty

Sex While Asleep

My dreams are pleasant but I was not expecting sex while asleep. Gentle waves on the beach, a luminescent ocean view before me. The sun-kissed my skin, warm and thrilling. In my sleep, I can feel the fiery lips along my shoulder leaving tanned flesh behind. The scene darkens and drifts before me, and I moan in disappointment.

Sleepily, I am pulled from my slumber, but I still feel warm lips across my skin. Down my neck, into the drop of my collarbone. My lover, having fallen asleep with me in his arms, seems to languish without my touch. He rectifies that by filling the space between us with his length, poised at the crease of my thighs. I sigh, delighted.

“What time is it?” I murmur, barely unconscious. “Does it matter?” he whispers in reply between butterfly-soft brushes of his lips. I moan again, this time in peaceful bliss. One arm is wrapped around me, beneath me, his hand tangled in my hair.

The other roams before his lips, leaving a trail of fire in his fingers’ wake. He explores my skin like its our first night together again. He pulls gently, pressing me harder against his own pelvis and I can feel his hard length against my backside.

He’s ready for me. Though he continues his explorations, down over my thigh. In anticipation, I curl my bottom leg, drawing my knee close to my chest. I straighten the top and lift it to drape lazily over his own knee. I know what he seeks. He can smell me, as I can. I too, am ready for his touch. I feel him smile against my neck. “That’s my girl,” he whispers.

I love it when we have sex while asleep.

His fingers walk down quivering skin. I am dripping in anticipation. He hovers, tracing my labia teasingly. I whimper beneath his administration. “Baby..” I whine, squirming next to him. His trapped hand tightens in my hair and I gasp. He holds me in place. “Be still,” he orders. I whimper again, and it comes out as an almost half-hearted sob.

Finally, he parts my entrance and finds a soft, moist bud with his fingers. Beneath his thumb and index finger, he rolls my swollen clit gently, lovingly. I thrash, his other hand pulling my hair. I bite my lip and rock my hips. He does too, and because we know each other’s bodies as well as we know our own, he sinks deep into me. I let out a sigh.

His teeth grate against my skin and I gasp. He groans into my neck, his hips rocking against mine, to and fro. He rubs my clit simultaneously, and in our sleepy stupor, we peak together, crashing wave over wave of ecstasy. I, the MILF next door, shudder in his arm, and he pulls me tighter against him. Still buried inside me, he whispers against my neck. “My princess. My sleeping beauty, I love being with you having sex while asleep in my arms.”

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