Iβve been standing in the doorway for ten minutes just watching you.
The room is dark, you're completely unconscious, but you couldn't even sleep normally if you tried. Your face is mashed into the pillow and your knees are tucked tight under your stomach, leaving your back arched and your ass tilted up toward the ceiling.
Itβs so incredibly beautiful. Other people just sleep, but you physically canβt stop offering yourself to me. Your conscious brain shuts off, and your body just instinctively arranges itself into a target. A shameless, gaping little invitation. You're so deeply obsessed with belonging to me that your muscles do it on autopilot, begging for me to walk in the room and use you.
How could I possibly say no?
I step up to the edge of the bed and drop my hand, flat and heavy, right onto the small of your back. You stay completely under, but your body knows it's me. Your hips rock backward blindly, chasing the pressure of my palm. Your thighs slip wider apart, the skin sticking together for a split second before yielding to make room. I drag a knuckle down the deep crease of your ass and find you absolutely drenched. Fucking ruined. Leaking straight into the sheets.
It's because you're trapped in some desperate dream about my cock, aren't you?
I stroke myself a few times and step between your spread knees, guiding myself right against that dripping heat. There are more polite ways to tell you good morning, but I know an angel like you would prefer this. So Iβm going to lock my hands tight around your hips, and bury myself to the hilt. The first thing you're going to realize when I tear you out of sleep, is that I gave you exactly what you were begging for.