walked into the room to haunt him. He’d had to look away just to breathe. When he saw her smile the first time, he melted. Flashes of Karen tortured him. He wondered if God was playing a trick on him to make him suffer more than he already had.
Now, he found Karen’s memory fading, replaced with Maggie’s sweet body, her softer angles, her sighs as she slept so peacefully next to him. Instead of purging himself of her, or Karen for that matter, he found himself falling under her spell.
Maggie squirmed, her soft ass rubbing against his cock as she wiggled in her sleep. In her innocence she had no idea what she was doing. All thoughts of the past vanished.
Carlton smoothed a hand down her side, grazing the edge of her breast and continuing until he rested it on her hip.
She sighed, but didn’t rouse.
Slowly, he inched his fingers toward her core. When he reached her soft curls, she leaned into him, her top leg shifting to give him better access.
He smiled. Her mouth fell open on a soft moan as she lifted her top arm over her head and she eased farther onto her back.
God, she was going to kill him. Her lithe, sexy body all stretched out on his mattress made his cock pulse against her hip with need. When he’d decided to sleep naked next to her, he hadn’t considered the hard-on he would wake up with. He slipped his fingers lower until they met her wetness. When he parted her folds with his thumb and pinky and then stroked his middle finger through her pussy, she moaned louder.
He glanced at her face. Her head was tipped back now, her mouth open wider, her eyes still closed but fluttering beneath the lids. She lifted her free hand to skim across her belly, up the slope of her soft breast, until she reached her nipple.
Carlton sucked in a breath as he watched the tip harden while her finger flicked over it rapidly.
Not releasing her gaze, he dipped his finger into her tightness, reaching as far as he could until his palm pressed tight against her clit.
“Ohh,” she murmured, her hips rising to press into his touch. She still wasn’t completely lucid. He doubted she would be so wanton if she were.
With his leg still wrapped around hers, he pulled her thigh more firmly against his cock. Precome leaked from the head, giving him some friction against her leg, but he tried not to move more than necessary for fear he would come on the spot.
As he added a second finger to her sheath, she pinched her nipple. It was so fucking sexy he couldn’t muster up the energy to reprimand her for touching herself without his directive. Could anyone castigate a nearly sleeping woman for fondling her nipples?
She rocked her hips forward, and he pressed in deeper, getting a better angle.
And then he couldn’t take the suspense any longer. He needed to see her come. And he wanted her lucid when she did so.
It was so easy. As soon as he began to pump his fingers, her eyes opened. She froze for a split second, and then her hand above her head shot forward, and she wove her fingers into his hair, gripping his head.
“Good morning.” He smiled down at her, not pausing the motion of his fingers.
She licked her lips, her deep brown eyes still wider than normal.
“I started to wonder if you could actually come in your sleep.”
She lowered her gaze, a flush stealing across her cheeks. “God.” She must have spotted her fingers on her nipple because she jerked her hand from her breast and grabbed the sheet at her side, fisting it.
“So sexy…” He scissored his fingers inside her, stretching her tightness, reminding himself how fucking slender she was.
She bent her free leg, lifting her knee into the air and planting her heel against the bed. “Please…”
Carlton wished he could capture this moment in his mind forever. So pure. Wanton. Needy. He slowed his movements, not letting her reach her climax yet. “My schedule, baby. Not yours. You’ll come when I’m ready.”
His slow, languid torture was obvious by her
Now, he found Karen’s memory fading, replaced with Maggie’s sweet body, her softer angles, her sighs as she slept so peacefully next to him. Instead of purging himself of her, or Karen for that matter, he found himself falling under her spell.
Maggie squirmed, her soft ass rubbing against his cock as she wiggled in her sleep. In her innocence she had no idea what she was doing. All thoughts of the past vanished.
Carlton smoothed a hand down her side, grazing the edge of her breast and continuing until he rested it on her hip.
She sighed, but didn’t rouse.
Slowly, he inched his fingers toward her core. When he reached her soft curls, she leaned into him, her top leg shifting to give him better access.
He smiled. Her mouth fell open on a soft moan as she lifted her top arm over her head and she eased farther onto her back.
God, she was going to kill him. Her lithe, sexy body all stretched out on his mattress made his cock pulse against her hip with need. When he’d decided to sleep naked next to her, he hadn’t considered the hard-on he would wake up with. He slipped his fingers lower until they met her wetness. When he parted her folds with his thumb and pinky and then stroked his middle finger through her pussy, she moaned louder.
He glanced at her face. Her head was tipped back now, her mouth open wider, her eyes still closed but fluttering beneath the lids. She lifted her free hand to skim across her belly, up the slope of her soft breast, until she reached her nipple.
Carlton sucked in a breath as he watched the tip harden while her finger flicked over it rapidly.
Not releasing her gaze, he dipped his finger into her tightness, reaching as far as he could until his palm pressed tight against her clit.
“Ohh,” she murmured, her hips rising to press into his touch. She still wasn’t completely lucid. He doubted she would be so wanton if she were.
With his leg still wrapped around hers, he pulled her thigh more firmly against his cock. Precome leaked from the head, giving him some friction against her leg, but he tried not to move more than necessary for fear he would come on the spot.
As he added a second finger to her sheath, she pinched her nipple. It was so fucking sexy he couldn’t muster up the energy to reprimand her for touching herself without his directive. Could anyone castigate a nearly sleeping woman for fondling her nipples?
She rocked her hips forward, and he pressed in deeper, getting a better angle.
And then he couldn’t take the suspense any longer. He needed to see her come. And he wanted her lucid when she did so.
It was so easy. As soon as he began to pump his fingers, her eyes opened. She froze for a split second, and then her hand above her head shot forward, and she wove her fingers into his hair, gripping his head.
“Good morning.” He smiled down at her, not pausing the motion of his fingers.
She licked her lips, her deep brown eyes still wider than normal.
“I started to wonder if you could actually come in your sleep.”
She lowered her gaze, a flush stealing across her cheeks. “God.” She must have spotted her fingers on her nipple because she jerked her hand from her breast and grabbed the sheet at her side, fisting it.
“So sexy…” He scissored his fingers inside her, stretching her tightness, reminding himself how fucking slender she was.
She bent her free leg, lifting her knee into the air and planting her heel against the bed. “Please…”
Carlton wished he could capture this moment in his mind forever. So pure. Wanton. Needy. He slowed his movements, not letting her reach her climax yet. “My schedule, baby. Not yours. You’ll come when I’m ready.”
His slow, languid torture was obvious by her
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