Almost Asleep
âWhzzism?â Katie doesnât speak in words. Sheâs too sleepy for that. When she feels her loverâs hand on her breast, lightly caressing the soft pink flesh up and down before tracing lazy circles around her nipple, the sensation registers in her barely-conscious brain, but sheâs already too far along in her descent into slumber to rouse herself enough to ask whatâs going on. Sheâs warm, sheâs comfortable, and Ellieâs body presses up against hers so intimately and cozily that all she can really think to do is make a vague, interrogative grunt to confirm that she doesnât need to wake up.
Ellie kisses her lightly on the collarbone in response. âYou fell asleep reading,â she purrs gently, sliding Katieâs bra further out of the way to gain easier access to the semi-conscious womanâs full, sensitive breasts. âYouâre asleep right now, in fact. Youâre asleep, and youâre having the most wonderful dream.â Itâs all the permission Katieâs exhausted brain needs to sink even deeper into relaxation, to drift into a hallucinatory fugue state where the hands caressing her tits belong to seductive nymphs and strange, beautiful monsters. Sheâs loosely aware of Ellieâs thigh creeping up to rest between her legs, pressing up against her labia and rubbing her through the thin fabric of her panties, but the near-dream transforms the pleasure into a blur of random and disjointed images. Sheâs riding a horse. Sheâs humping the arm of a sofa. Sheâs being fucked by a stranger. It all seems equally real now.
âYouâre having a dream of being taken by your girlfriend, hypnotized in your bed on a sleepy Saturday afternoon and fucked into obedience,â Ellie says, and the words give Katieâs random fantasies something to latch onto. Her scattered, incoherent thoughts tug themselves towards Ellieâs descriptions like iron filings pulled into place by a magnet, arrowing towards a true north of mesmerized bliss under her girlfriendâs loving control. Katieâs brain skips and stutters through wave after wave of deja vu, unable to tell anymore whether the scenario thatâs playing out only seems familiar, or whether Ellieâs played with her like this dozens of times. Sheâs too drowsy to figure it out, though. Her efforts to think simply collapse into pleasure.
Katieâs limbs feel too heavy to move, her body cataleptic with sleep, but she doesnât need to do a thing. Ellie straddles her body and grinds against her pussy, scissoring the two of them together in ecstasy while Katieâs nipples surge with the sensation of a warm, wet tongue licking and suckling them into stiff, tingling bliss. âDeeper and wetter,â Ellie murmurs, her lips popping free of Katieâs tit. âMore and more open. More and more mine.â Katie can feel the slickness between her thighs, soaking into her panties, making the thin fabric cling to her skin. She knows sheâs approaching a climax. But she can do nothing either to resist it or speed it along.
âThatâs my pretty girl,â Ellie coos, clearly seeing some sign of the impending release on Katieâs blank and drowsy face. âThatâs my sweet little darling. Youâre going to cum for me, arenât you? Youâre going to cum for me and sleep deeper and deeper still while I make you mine.â Katie wants to nod so badly. Being taken when sheâs so close to unconsciousness is one of her favorite fantasies, one she loves to play out with Ellie whenever they have the chance. But her head is too heavy, and the bed is too warm and soft. The only motion sheâs capable of is a shudder of ecstasy. And as Ellieâs efforts make her cum at last, she demonstrates her pleasure in the only way remaining to her now.
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