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I am lying on my bed face down with my arms splayed and dangling off of each side, and my legs spread to both corners of the mattress. I have been sleeping so deeply that I think I am still awake. I am mingling between sleep and dreams when I feel the weight of someone sitting on the bed. It is him. I know it is him because I can smell his scent; clean laundry and cologne mixed with a hint of body wash. My excitement rises by feeling his presence in the room.
I don't move. I am so still that I stop breathing. I feel his weight shift as he reaches over to caress the skin between the top of my sock and the bottom of my pants leg. His fingertips are smooth as he fans them across my skin. I bury my face in the pillow so that I don't laugh as his hand travels up the inside of my pants leg, caressing up and down my calf.
I feel his hands move again as he runs his fingertips inside the waistband of my pants and I feel the moisture beginning to collect between my legs. I squirm as he kisses his way up my lower back and uses his hands to lift my shirt, but I still don't move. It is our game. I am supposed play sleep and allow him to take full advantage of my sleeping form; give him full uninterrupted access to my body.
A small moan escapes me as he slides his hands under me and grasps my breasts. He knows that my breasts are super sensitive so he takes extra time squeezing and pinching my nipples. I felt my uterus contract in response to his movements as my juices soak further into the fabric of my panties. He moans softly as he as he grinds his hips into my ass. I feel his manhood growing by each second, and it arouses me even more to know that he is as turned on as I am.
I want to move, I want to turn on to my back and kiss him, but I can't. If I move the game will be ruined. I must remain still until he tells me that I can move or touch him, or myself. I feel him slide my pajama pants and panties down and off. I am so wet that the moisture is dripping down my inner thighs. I gasp as he licks the wetness from my inner thighs. I tremble as I struggle to remain still.
I find myself clutching at the sheets as his tongue travels upward and traces slow circles around the inner lips of my womanhood. I moan loudly calling his name and begin to grind my hips against his tongue in an attempt to force him toward my aching clit, but he artfully dodges the sensitive spot and holds my hips to restrain my movements.
He wants me; I can feel the desire vibrating in his fingertips when he touches me. He wants to drive himself into me with force and ride me until he comes, but he doesn't. He is slow, licking and sucking my inner lips then slowly stroking my clit with his tongue. A litany of unrecognizable half words and sounds come from my throat as he sucks my clit. The tremors vibrate from the insides of my thighs, up my back and through my nipples.
I am on the verge of crying. I feel the tears welling up, but I won't give him the satisfaction of thinking that he is winning the game.