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“Yeah, I’m sure I have an extra T-shirt.” I begin rummaging through my bag. My attention is more focused on the fact that she’s digging in her suitcase for clothes she doesn’t have. Finding a shirt, I pull it from my bag and turn to hand it to her. My eyes fall on her hands and mouth gapes when I realize she’s standing before me with a vibrator in her hand.

“I sleep better when I come.” Her tone is nonchalant as she takes the T-shirt from my hand. “I’ll be out in five minutes…maybe ten.”

She retreats to the bathroom and closes the door. The distinct sound of the shower fills the small hotel room, yet it does nothing to hide the other sounds coming from the beyond the door as I strip from my clothes and climb into the bed.

My cock tents the sheets as I listen to her faint whimpers and cries. They crescendo, and a moment later, the shower turns off and Sofia walks from the bathroom. Pausing to stow her vibrator back in her suitcase, she climbs onto the other side of the bed and lays with her back to me.

“You might want to get some sleep, sugar. We’ve got a long day tomorrow.”

How the fuck am I supposed to sleep now?

nine

SOPHIA

An arm draping over me wakes me from my sleep. Before I have a moment to remove Gabriel’s hand, he firmly cups my breast and drags me across the mattress until I am firmly tucked against him. My petite body is the perfect fit to be cupped by his larger frame.

He shifts slightly, and I let out a quiet gasp when I feel his cock graze against my ass.

Little Gabriel definitely isn’t little where it counts.

His hand squeezes my breast, kneading it gently. My now peaked nipple repeatedly grazes against his palm causing my pussy to flutter.

“Gabriel?” I whisper. “Are you sleeping?”

He doesn’t respond. Instead, he cups my breast tighter as his hips begin grinding his cock against me. His warm breath blows over the back of my neck as he groggily whispers, “You smell so fucking good. I just want to breathe you in when I’m inside…”

His words trail off, but he continues to grind against me in his sleep. I’m only used to utilizing my constraint when I’m in control. I have no control at this moment, and it’s taking everything I have not to wrap my hand around the thick length grinding against me. Even more not to slide my fingers between my thighs to alleviate this growing ache he’s causing.

“Tell me I’m your good boy,” he groans as his hand travels down my body. He doesn’t stop until he’s the one pressing between my thighs. His fingers rest against my arousal-soaked panties as he cups my needy cunt and groans my name.

Fuck.

It’s not just a wet dream.

It’s a wet fucking dream about me.

While his hands are on my body and practically pressing inside of me.

“Gabriel.” I lightly call his name trying to rouse him to no avail. I grip his wrist to pull him from between my thighs and feel him startle behind me.

“Shit! Fuck! Sofia!” He scrambles backward, rolls over, and attempts to hide his monstrous hard-on. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

“It’s nature, sugar.” I attempt to console him, “Nothing to be sorry about.”

“Trust me, I’m sorry. And so fucking embarrassed.”

“It’s not every day I wake up to a hot twenty-something grinding against my ass.”

Only because I don’t usually let them spend the night.

“And trust me, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. If I had a cock like that, I’d be grinding it against your ass while you slept.”

“Not helping, Sofia,” he groans as he adjusts himself.

“Which part? Complimenting your cock or the thought of me grinding against you.”

“Fuck!” he breathlessly exclaims. “Please just stop talking.”

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