Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 94513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Although I wasn’t sure I could make it that long. My hips pressed against her of their own will. My erection rubbed her stomach, and I had to bite back the groan that almost tore from my lips. That would have woken her up. I had to get away from her. Mentally preparing myself to let her go, I started to ease away when her hands clung to me. I stopped. She wasn’t ready to let me go yet. And if my dick wasn’t currently demanding a release, I would happily stay.
She stretched her body, causing her stomach and the top of her mound to stroke my cock. I sucked in a breath. Then, she did it again.
What the hell was she doing? And if she didn’t stop, I might pin her to the bed and thrust against her until I got off.
A low purr that sounded like a kitten passed her lips, and she kept making those slow stretches. Her back began arching so that my dick was getting more friction.
Was she really doing this in her sleep? She hadn’t done anything like this before.
The ministrations continued. With each arch of her back, I was given the view of her tits and hard nipples under the silky camisole. I wanted to take one in my mouth and bite it until she screamed. If this were anyone else, it would take some grinding, dirty talking, and tits bouncing to get me to where I was now, with something this innocent. But I had to bite down on my lip until I tasted blood to keep from making a noise as my body shuddered and I shot my load in my fucking boxers. I was sure the last time I’d come in my pants, I’d been eleven.
Fucking hell.
I laid my hand on Halo’s back to stop her as my cock finished twitching. I pressed my nose into her hair and breathed her in. Her body sank against me, and I closed my eyes, sated. Not just sexually, but emotionally as well.
Wilma left after telling me how to put the breakfast she’d prepared for Halo together. She was coming back in three hours to clean and cook dinner before we returned. Our lunch was already made and in a cooler, waiting by the door leading to the garage. I’d decided to take Halo back to the pond on the back of our property for lunch.
I made my coffee and drank it, playing over last night’s events in my head. Could she have really done all that asleep? While it had happened, I couldn’t make myself give a shit about anything but how incredible it felt. My attraction to her had taken over, and I would have shot anyone who had interrupted us. It was a good thing there wasn’t a chance of that.
I picked up my phone and looked down at the search engine. What did I google? I wanted to know if pregnancy made women have wet dreams. I was also curious about her pussy. It had been plump and swollen. That wasn’t anything I’d felt before.
I decided to start with pregnancy and wet dreams. That came up real fast. Extra blood flow to her genitals. Call the damn thing a pussy. I continued to read. Raised hormone levels could boost sex drive and lead to seriously steamy dreams. I wondered what she’d been dreaming last night when she rubbed that sweet cunt on my thigh. The thought that it might have been another guy, even my brother, made my hand grip the phone tighter. I wasn’t going to think about that.
Desires or fantasies she’d been repressing- I liked that much better. I wanted to be what she was dreaming about. It wasn’t healthy, and this was fucked up, but I couldn’t turn it off. Whatever wet dreams she was having had better be about me. Not that I would really know. It wasn’t something I was going to ask her about.
I heard her footsteps and clicked off the screen, then stuck my phone in my back pocket to pick up my coffee cup. Time to act like I hadn’t been studying pregnancy hormones and swollen cunts.
She stepped into the room and paused when she saw me. I gave her a nod, not missing the way her entire body blushed. Not just her face.
Why was she embarrassed? Either she’d been awake last night or it was me she’d been fucking in her dream. Let it be the latter. If she had been awake while I stuck my fingers in her pussy or when she rubbed her body against my cock until I erupted like a damn preteen, then things were gonna get tricky.
“Morning,” I said, studying her as she smiled shyly at me.
“Good morning,” she replied.
I should feel her out. Not push, but I was an impatient man.