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She’s on her side of the bed, facing away from the door, one hand tucked under her cheek. The comforter is pulled up to her waist, her bare shoulders rising and falling with each slow, even breath. The sight of her like this, so soft, so utterly unguarded, sends a wave of pure, dizzying adoration through me. There’s a physical ache, a tightness in my chest that’s the manifestation of my reverence.

I strip out of my clothes and the bed dips as I slide in behind her, the warmth of her body an instant balm. I press myself against the curve of her back, my front to her back, and a sigh escapes me that’s half relief, half worship. I nuzzle into the fragrant cloud of her hair, breathing her in—shampoo, sleep, and her.

“Hey, sweetheart,” I whisper into the dark, my voice a rough scrape. “Missed you.”

She doesn’t stir. Not a twitch. The trust in that, the absolute surrender of even her unconscious body recognizing me. She knows it’s me. Her body knows. She’s safe, so she sleeps on.

My arm comes around her waist, my hand splaying possessively over the soft cotton of her sleep shirt. I press a kiss to the back of her neck, then another, trailing up to the sensitive spot behind her ear.

“So perfect,” I murmur, my lips moving against her skin. “My perfect, sleeping girl.”

My hand begins to move, a slow, sweeping caress from her ribs down over the plane of her stomach, to the crest of her hip. I slip my fingers under the hem of her shirt, seeking skin. She’s so warm. So impossibly soft. A sleepy, contented sound vibrates in her throat, and it goes straight to my cock, which is already hard and pressing insistently against the small of her back.

“That’s it, love,” I coax, my hand sliding back up, this time cupping her breast through her shirt. My thumb finds her nipple, already a tight peak in her sleep, and circles it slowly. She shifts, a subtle arching into my touch, a whispered sigh. A bolt of pure heat shoots through me. She’s enjoying it, even in her dreams. The thought is intoxicating.

I need more.

With infinite care, I ease her onto her back. She goes pliantly, her head lolling to the side, lips slightly parted. I lean down and kiss her forehead, her closed eyelids, the tip of her nose.

“My pretty, pretty girl,” I breathe, the words soaked in reverence. My hands are everywhere now, mapping her. I push her shirt up, baring her stomach, and press my mouth to her skin, kissing a slow, wet trail from her navel up between her breasts. I take a nipple into my mouth, sucking gently, and her back arches off the mattress with a soft, broken moan.

The sound is my undoing.

I hook my fingers into the waistband of her shorts and panties, and in one smooth, gentle motion, I draw them down her legs. She helps without waking, lifting her hips just enough. I toss them aside, and now she’s bare before me, bathed in silver and shadow. She’s breathtaking. All gentle curves and vulnerable flesh.

I settle between her legs, spreading her knees apart with my shoulders. The scent of her, warm and musky and sweet, fills my head. I’m dizzy with it. With her. I press a kiss to the inside of her thigh, feeling the fine tremor there.

“Shush, my love,” I whisper, my breath ghosting over her core. “Just sleep. Let me take care of you.”

And then I lower my mouth to her.

She is wet already, her body responding to my touches even in slumber. I groan against her, the taste of her like a drug. I worship her with my tongue, slow, languid strokes that have her hips making tiny, unconscious circles. I find her clit, that perfect, swollen pearl, and circle it with the very tip of my tongue, feather-light.

“So sweet,” I moan into her, my voice thick. “Taste so good, baby. Always so good for me.”

Her breathing changes. It hitches, grows shallow. A soft, continuous stream of sighs and whimpers falls from her lips. Her hands come up, tangling loosely in my hair, not pushing or pulling, just holding. As if I’m her anchor in the sea of sleep. I could spend an eternity here.

I increase the pressure, flicking my tongue faster, sucking gently. Her thighs tense around my head. I can feel the coil tightening in her, the gathering storm.

“Come on, pretty girl,” I urge, my words muffled against her flesh. “Let go. Just let it happen. I’ve got you.”

And she does. With a soft moan, her body trembles with her climax. I hold her through it, lapping gently at her, drinking every pulse and shudder, whispering praise against her soaked skin. “That’s it… beautiful… so beautiful for me…”

As the last tremors subside, she sinks back into the mattress, boneless and spent. Her eyes are still closed, her face flushed and serene. The possessiveness in me swells, a dark, tender tide. I like this, knowing that her body and I share a secret but her mind has no idea.

I shift up her body, my own need a painful, urgent throb. I position myself at her entrance, slick with her release and my saliva. I look down at her face, so peaceful in the aftermath. I don’t want to wake her. I want to keep her in this soft, pleasurable haze forever.

But I can’t wait.

With a slow, relentless push, I sink into her.

The heat, the tight, velvet clutch of her… I see stars. I bury my face in her neck, groaning. “Fuck… love… you feel like heaven.”

The intrusion, the fullness, finally pierces the veil of her sleep. Her eyes flutter open, blurry and disoriented in the dark. She blinks up at me, confusion smoothing into a dazed recognition.

“Wha…?” she slurs, her voice thick with sleep.

I freeze, my whole body coiled. I press a frantic kiss to her lips. “Shh, shh, sweetheart. It’s just me. It’s okay.”

Her brow furrows. She’s waking up, the reality of the situation seeping in—my weight on her, the deep, intimate join of our bodies. A flicker of something crosses her face.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, raining kisses on her cheeks, her eyelids. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. You were just… you were so perfect. I couldn’t help it.” I pull back just enough to look into her eyes, my own pleading. “You can go back to sleep if you want, baby. Just close your eyes. Feel me. Let me love you. You don’t have to do a thing.”

I begin to move, a slow, deep roll of my hips. Her breath catches, her eyes drifting shut again, not in sleep now, but in overwhelmed sensation. Her arms come up to wrap around my neck.

“That’s it,” I breathe, my pace gradually increasing. “My good girl. My love. You take me so well. Always so perfect for me.” Every thrust is a prayer, a claim. “Mine. All mine. This sweet cunt is mine. This pretty body is mine.” I kiss her, swallowing her soft moans. “You’re so trusting. Letting me have you like this… it kills me. You have no idea what you do to me.”

Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper. She’s fully awake now, meeting my rhythm, her hips lifting.

“Look at me,” I plead, my voice breaking. She opens her eyes, hazy with pleasure. “See who’s loving you. See who’s obsessed with you. It’s me. It’s always me.”

I’m close. The sight of her beneath me, pliant and accepting, her body welcoming mine, is too much. “I’m gonna come inside you, pretty girl. Gonna fill you up. Okay? Tell me it’s okay.”

She nods, a quick, desperate little motion. “Yours,” she whispers, and that one word is my end.

With a guttural groan, I drive into her one last time and spill, pulsing deep inside her warmth. I collapse on top of her, careful to keep my weight on my elbows, shuddering through the aftershocks. I’m babbling into her skin. “My love, my heart, my everything. I’m sorry I woke you up, I love you, I love you so much, pretty girl.”

Long moments pass, our harsh breaths the only sound. I don’t pull out, I can’t bear to yet. I gather her into my arms, turning us onto our sides, holding her tightly against my chest. I kiss her hair, her temples, peppering every surface with soft kisses.

She nestles into me, her hand coming to rest over my pounding heart. Then, her voice is a sleepy murmur against my skin.

“You’re early.”

A wave of affection washes over me. I hold her tighter. “I know,” I whisper back, my lips against her hair. “Missed you too much.”

She answers me in a soft giggle. “Missed you too.”

Her breathing evens out once more, slipping back into sleep within the circle of my arms, and finally, my body relaxes in the way it only does with her.