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There’s a certain slant to the word tonight that makes me think it is going to be my concern another time, and soon.

“Well, it’s not like I can sleep like this either,” I huff.

“No? Well, how about this?”

He grabs me and rolls me over so that my back is to him. He seals his molten chest to my spine, searing me through the silk.

Then he shoves his cock between my thighs.

I freeze, barely breathing, but he’s not inside me. My pyjama pants are still on, after all. No, he’s just thrust himself into the tight place at the apex of my thighs, the smooth tip of him jutting forward between my legs. The pressure against my pounding pussy is crazy, and an involuntary tremor goes through me, tightening the muscles in my legs.

“Oh, fuck,” Elio rasps. “Yeah, squeeze down on me like that.”

My muscles leap to obey him before my brain can catch up. I squeeze him, and he groans.

“Perfect,” he says, voice thick. He grips my hip possessively, buries his face in the crook of my neck, and then impossibly, insanely, he mutters, “Now go to sleep.”

Chapter 5

Elio

My Songbird is so damn cute when she tries to act tough. She’s all stiff and awkward, trying not to give into her body’s exhaustion with me behind her, my cock stuffed between her thighs. But I know she’s beyond tired, and slowly but oh so fucking surely, her muscles begin to unlock. Her thighs sag, becoming dead weight around my throbbing cock, creating even more pressure there than there was before. My balls feel all hot and tight, and I can tell I’m leaking precum onto her pretty sunshine-coloured PJs. If I want to get any sleep, I’m going to have to pull out and find another position.

But I don’t need to sleep quite yet.

For now, I’m just going to indulge in the mind-bending tension of having my cock this fucking hard, this primed to explode between her legs without actually thrusting against her. Or inside her.

I force my breathing into a deep, even rhythm.

I’ll stay still like this for as long as I fucking can.

Only, I start to wonder if I’m wrong, if I can’t actually stay still at all, because suddenly there’s movement down there. Subtle at first, teasing and tentative. But it’s there.

It’s Deirdre. She’s rubbing herself on me.

My blood turns to magma in my veins, and my chest seizes, but I force myself to stay completely still as if I’m actually asleep.

I honestly can’t tell if Deirdre is awake or not. She’s been quiet for a bit now and I would have guessed she was asleep. Her movements are sleepy, slow, and dreamlike, although getting just a little faster every second. Her breathing is shallow, but she’s not making any other noise. She’s not doing anything but rocking her sweet little pussy maddeningly against my pulsing length.

I wonder what she’s dreaming about. A thread of violence winds through me because if she’s dreaming about someone who makes her want to pump her little pussy then she fucking better be dreaming about me.

If she’s actually sleeping, I probably shouldn’t touch her. I should just stay like this, hard and throbbing and twitching against her while she does her thing. Let her come to dreamy climax while I fight back the feral urge to yank my glove off with my teeth and plunge my hand beneath the waistband of her pants until I find the swollen, needy clit nestled there.

Fuck me, I should never have let her wear PJs to bed tonight. I should have her naked pussy sliding on me now. Feel her fucking wetness.

I think I can, actually, at least a little bit. She’s soaking through the thin silk, damp against me as she hitches her hips back and forth in that tiny, gliding arch of motion.

I’m so fucking hard it’s like I never even came tonight.

How the hell does she do this to me? With nothing but a sleepy jiggle of her hips, fully dressed in her loose PJs, she’s got me on the verge of spewing my goddamn load. My throat goes dry with the need to rip down her pants and jam myself inside her. Make her bleed all over again.

Because she’s small and I’m big and I don’t think I could be gentle.

Deirdre’s movements change a little. She arches her back slightly, angling her hips differently against my pelvis so that she’s grinding her clit in a circular motion against my thickness instead of rocking back and forth. But everything she does is still kind of drowsily unintentional, almost innocent, her body moving in a hypnotic haze.

Fuck it. I’m going to touch her. She’s mine whether she’s awake or she’s asleep.

I lift my hand from her hip, ready to rip my glove off with my teeth after all, when she flinches then instantly goes still, like a rabbit under the gaze of the wolf.

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