Hey There :) For this story, I tried to shift to her perspective and changed from present tense to past tense, to mix things up a bit. As always, it’s on the lighter, loving side, but it does feature some soft domination. I hope you’ll enjoy yourself <3
I woke up abruptly. It was one of those dreams you wake up from with a sense of dread, panic even, despite not remembering any details. All that remained of it was that indistinct feeling of having fallen from a great height.
With wide open eyes and heavy breath, I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling trying to calm myself down, but with little success.
A car drove by outside the bedroom window, and I wondered just how late (or early) it could be, so I grabbed my phone from the nightstand. The bright screen blinded me for a second before telling me that it was just past 4:30 in the morning.
In other words, it was too early to get up, but too late to fall asleep again. With a frustrated grunt to give air to my annoyance, I put the phone back to its place.
Feeling mighty low, I turned around to face him. It was still almost pitch-dark in the room, but the faint glow of a nearby street lamp was just bright enough so I could see his face.
There he was, sleeping peacefully, with that faint, smirking smile of his, which never failed to make me feel weak in the knees.
After watching him for just a few seconds, I felt the overwhelming need for the warmth, safety and comfort he provided me with.
Of course, I would have never thought of waking him up intentionally, but it couldn’t hurt to cuddle up to him a little bit, right?
Carefully, I scooched over towards him, making myself as light as possible so as not to stir him in his sleep, while I made my way across the mattress and. Every two inches or so, I paused to make sure that he was indeed still asleep.
After finally reaching and laying down directly next to him, I caught myself staring at that man like a lovesick teenager. How cliché! But I couldn’t help myself.
He was laying on his left side, his arms slightly stretched out in front of him, there I saw my target. Slowly I stretched my neck, so my head could, barely, reach his hands.
Feeling a little silly, I timidly brushed my cheeks and forehead against his hands. I had but a few seconds to enjoy the sensation, when, suddenly, he retracted his arms and mumbled something unintelligible before opening his eyes. Immediately, I recoiled, but the damage was already done.
“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to wake you u…”
it bubbled out of me, as he was stretching the sleep out of his limbs.
But before I could finish my apology, he already had his arms wrapped around my hips and shoulders, pulled me in close and hugged me tightly, doubling down with a kiss on my forehead.
Fully embraced by him, I raised my head in another attempt to apologize, but before I could properly open my mouth, he shut me up again with a soft kiss on my lips.
I kept my eyes closed as I felt his fingers running over my cheek. His touch forced a smile on my face, as I leaned into it, brushing my cheek against his hand.
“Can’t sleep?"
he asked whisperingly.
“Mhmm,”
I replied and wound my legs around one of his.
“Aw, had a bad dream?”
he followed up.
“Yes,”
I answered with pouted lips, trying to gain his pity.
“Oh no, you poor thing,”
he added compassionately and hugged me even tighter.
I snuggled into his arms and pressed my head against his chest. His calm breathing and the sound of his heartbeat swept away all uneasiness still lingering from my dream.
“You poor thing…”
he whispered again, stroking my back; his voice still heavy with sleep.
For a few seconds, I revelled in his protective tenderness, but soon after, having had a taste of his attention, I wanted more. He was already awake after all.
Attempting to seduce him into something a little bit more than just cuddling, I started writhing in his embrace, swaying my hips and shaking my butt while nibbling on his arm.
“Hmm, you’re a lively one,”
he chuckled.
He loosened his grip to wind one arm around my hip, placing his hand on my butt. The other he wrapped around my shoulders again, putting more strength in it this time, greatly restraining my ability to move.
Then, as we were laying fully intertwined in each other, he began to nuzzle my neck, caressing it with his nose, lips and the tip of his tongue, which made wheeze quite unladylike, as I was looking forward to some extensive foreplay.
I closed my eyes again and let him indulge me for a while, not immediately realizing that he was slowing down.
I felt a bit offended when, after a while, I came to the realisation that he was indeed asleep again. His head laying close to mine, I could still feel his breath on the back of my neck, tickling one of my most sensitive areas, arousing me further.
Slightly frustrated, I attempted to subdue my growing excitement, ignoring his breath in my neck as well as his dominant tenderness beforehand and tried to get some sleep.
After a few minutes of trying to fall asleep without success, I grew increasingly restless and, looking up at him, searched for any sign that he might wake up again to finish what he had started. But to no avail. It looked like I had to take care of myself.
Carefully, I tried to free one of my arms from his embrace, but still being held tight, I stopped, fearing I’d wake him up again, though not without uttering a silent groan. My failed attempt to touch myself only left me more wanting.
Then, out of the blue, I hatched a different idea, one that made me blush the second it came to my mind. My arms were unavailable, but my legs were still wrapped around him…
Not without feeling a tinge of guilt, I took a deep breath and slowly, carefully, started to rhythmically rub my touch-starved crotch against his thigh.
My eyes remained fixed on his face, looking out for the slightest movement, but I was in luck. He appeared to be fast asleep again.
After feeling sufficiently certain, I started to move a little faster, closing my eyes, enjoying myself and the risk I was taking. It was a strange situation; I craved his touch and yet I was terrified by the thought of accidently waking him up, getting caught and having to explain myself. The more I thought about it, the more it turned me on.
I was ripped out of my pleasant thoughts by a hand suddenly being laid on my head. In my excitement, I didn’t notice that his arm was no longer wrapped around my shoulder.
My stomach tied in knots, I froze in place, not daring to move another muscle, intently hoping his movement was unconsciously made in a state of half-sleep.
But that hope was shattered when I felt his hand playing with my hair, twisting a single lock around his finger and letting go of it again.
“Don’t stop now,”
I heard his voice whisper as he softly kissed the top of my head.
All my blood gushed into my head and my thoughts raced trying to find an excuse, something to explain myself to him.
“Keep going, my love. Don’t be shy now,”
he whispered so warmly and encouraging that I felt the knots in my stomach loosen up.
He started to stroke my cheek with the back of his hand again. I could feel myself melting under his touch, ready to give myself up and handing over all control to him, as he removed the blanket, we were laying under to get a better view.
His voice forced me into an almost trancelike state, and despite still feeling a bit ashamed, I clumsily resumed to move my lower body, clasping his leg between my knees for better grip.
“Good girl,”
he commended my efforts and rewarded me with another kiss.
A warm, fuzzy shiver ran down my spine as my remaining restraint was washed away by those two magic words. He certainly knew how to pull my strings.
Feeling a wide grin steal itself on my face, I started to grind myself more vigorously on him, moving my pelvis in slow, flowing motions to increase the friction.
