all of eden's vices

my hand goes from his hair to his thigh, pulling him into his thrusts against my ass, and his hand goes from my tits to my cunt, rubbing me through my shorts. he finds the spot that makes me moan and rubs at it roughly, his rhythm sloppy from how fast his grinding has gotten. he might as well be fucking me with how hard and fast he's thrusting against me, and I'm a whining mess writhing between his cock pressed into my ass and his fingers on my soaked cunt. he's also a mess, panting and moaning against my neck and ear until he thrusts against me one last time and tenses up, shuddering against my ass with his orgasm.

but he's a good boy, and I haven't cum yet, so his fingers keep rubbing circles around my clit. I roll onto my back so I can spread my legs for him, and I turn toward him for a kiss. this is when I notice his eyes are closed, which isn't typical - he loves watching me fall apart for him. but when I kiss him he kisses back hungrily, and his fingers have found their way into my shorts to rub my soaked cunt directly, so I think, this lil shit is pretending to be asleep!

I laugh, because there's no way he's slept through our moans, my nails on his skin, his own frantic humping. there's no way he's rubbing my clit so well, making me shake and moan for him, while he's asleep. he keeps kissing me, keeps rubbing my cunt, so I figure there's no harm in playing along, I'll just let him pretend, as long as he keeps touching me so good.

I writhe and buck against his hand, moaning into his mouth as we kiss, and he wraps his legs around my thigh so he can hump me some more. soon enough I'm cumming on his fingers, my legs squeezing around his hand as I shiver and moan. he pulls his hand out of my pants once I'm done quivering, wrapping his arm around my waist to pull me against him as he continues to hump my leg. I can't deny my good boy when he's treated me so well, so I rub my thigh against his cock. we're kissing the whole time, and he moans my name into my lips as he grinds against my thigh, until he's shuddering with pleasure once more.

I stroke his face, continue giving him lazy little kisses, rolling over to fully face him. his eyes are still closed, and his breathing slows significantly once his panting levels out. this is the first time I think shit, he might actually be asleep. but there's no way, right? no one sleeps through all that. I keep kissing him, and he keeps kissing me back each time, but now that I'm not overcome with horniness I notice that our kisses are certainly slower and sloppier than usual. he's wrapped his arms around me when I rolled toward him and he's rubbing my back, but he's fallen asleep while caressing me like this before. I run my fingers gently over his sides, his stomach, especially the places I know he's ticklish - trying to goad him into breaking his ruse. he squirms, a more subdued reaction than he usually gives, and again I think maybe he's really asleep, but when I look at his face he has the biggest smile.

and I think, this little shit really is faking it! he's trying SO hard to hold in his reaction!

so I tickle him more, he squirms a bit and laughs a bit and whines nooooo, so I take pity on him and stop. my fingers glide over his tummy and he moans softly, so of course I tease my way down the center of his stomach until my fingers are wiggling into the waistband of his shorts. his soft little moans encourage me as my fingers find his soft cock - and I'm surprised to not find a mess in his pants, despite the fact that I was pretty sure he'd cum twice. and, well, I simply can't let my good boy give me all the pleasure and not get his own in return, so I stroke him gently as my lips return to his for more kisses.

he moans for me the way he always does when I stroke his cock, and his kisses are hungry and needy even if they are a bit sloppier than usual. once he's hard I push his shorts and boxers down just enough to pull his cock out, and I notice that he doesn't push them all the way down, like he usually does. I wonder again if he actually is sleeping, but. there's literally no way, right?

but I am into somno after all, and how hot would it be if he was? I'm stroking his hard cock and kissing his needy lips and I'm moaning just as much as he is because fuck how hot would it be if he really was this needy for me, even when he was asleep? if he knows my body so well he can grope and finger me to an orgasm while fully asleep? if he was moaning my name even though he was asleep, he couldn't see me, he could've been dreaming about anyone?

I press closer to him, tangling my legs with his so I can hump his thigh like he'd done to me earlier, jerking his cock against my stomach and we're moaning into each other's mouths as we kiss, his arm wrapped around me and his fingernails digging into my back. he's moaning and whining like he always does but he's not talking, there are no solid words, even though he's usually so keen on talking me through it. his eyes have been closed this whole time, even though he usually loves watching me unravel for him. the little things that weren't, individually, enough to cause question have started to pile up, and I'm starting to truly believe he's actually asleep. but his cock is hard in my hand and his thigh is pressed against my wet cunt and his tongue is in my mouth and he's moaning for me so sweetly and his nails are digging into my skin and he's panting and I'm panting and--

he gasps, his head jerking back from our kiss as his eyes fly open, his grip on my back easing up. I freeze, and we're both still panting, but we stay still for a moment, staring at each other. and I can't help it, I laugh.

"what is happening?" he asks, sounding genuinely baffled.

the only response I can muster is, "there's no way you actually slept through all that."

he blinks. "I was having a good dream about us." he sounds so lost and confused I have no choice but to believe him.

"oh yeah?" I ask. his cock has gone half-soft in my hand, but I give him a gentle squeeze.

"I dreamed you made me cum three times." he looks down at where his shorts are pushed just far enough down for me to wrap my hand around his cock. "what is happening?" he asks again, and I laugh.

"what does it look like?" I'm slowly stroking his cock and he's gripping my back again, but with less nails this time, more restraint.

"have you just been jerking me off this whole time?" he sounds so confused, and I cannot stop laughing. I give him a quick rundown of everything, how he'd started humping me while we were spooning, how he'd fingered me until I came, how we'd been making out almost the whole time. "and you didn't notice I was asleep?" he asks, just as bewildered as me.

I tell him I thought he'd been pretending, because he'd been teasing me about not being able to get out of his grip without waking him up, and he insists that he'd genuinely fallen asleep, the last thing he'd remembered was us spooning. I say I thought there was no way he could be grinding on me and fingering me so aggressively while he was asleep, no way he could be kissing me while he was asleep, even though his behavior was a little off.

he's so baffled, and I can't stop laughing at the sheer absurdity of the situation. he apologizes for falling asleep, and for ruining the mood when he woke up. I tell him the mood isn't ruined, and we can just continue if he wants, since he missed out on most of the fun.

now he laughs, asking if I'm serious, and I pull him into a kiss he gladly returns. "my good boy managed to make me cum even while he was sleeping~" I coo against his lips. "it's only fair he gets to cum too~"

he rolls us so that I'm on my back and he's on top of me, pressing me into the mattress. "you know how I kiss," he says. "you know how I touch you. I can't let you think I'm just as good asleep as I am awake."

and honestly, as sexy as it was psychologically to have him so needy and desperate for me in his sleep, I can't deny that having his full waking focus on pleasing me was immeasurably better. my good boy made me cum twice more before he let me touch him again 💖