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“Hot,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my head. “Swollen.” His lips traveled down my face. “Soaked.”

I began to shake as the release came. Nothing had ever felt that good, and this was just my drug-induced imagination. He took his hand away as I eased back against him. His arms locking around me. I began to drift.

The words, “So fucking sweet,” sent a warmth of pleasure over me as I faded.

Twenty-Nine

Bane

She hadn’t woken up. Not the way she was curled up to me like this. Halo awake didn’t get close to me. She kept her distance. But this Halo? Goddamn, she felt so good. Sounded so fucking sexy.

I lifted the fingers that had been in her needy cunt to my mouth and sucked her juices off them. Fuuuuck, that was good. It was sweet. How was her pussy sweet? I wanted to roll her onto her back, spread her legs, and go take it from the source to see if this was real or not.

Her low, even breathing meant she was still sleeping deeply, but I doubted she’d sleep through my tongue lapping at her cunt. She was going to kill me. I shouldn’t have let that get so out of hand. But she had seemed desperate for it. I had worried if I stopped her, she would wake up. That couldn’t happen. I didn’t need her to know about this. I couldn’t lose it. This was all I got of her.

My palm itched to grab her ass and squeeze it. Just holding my hand over it while she made those small thrusts had been torture. Every little jiggle beneath my hand had almost made me crack. I had wanted to dig my fingers into the plump flesh, slap it hard, bite it. Dammit, I had to stop. If my dick throbbed any harder, it might explode. As much as I needed to go get myself off, I didn’t want to leave her this soon. I still had hours before I had go.

Although I wasn’t sure I could make it that long. My hips pressed against her of their own will. My erection rubbed her stomach, and I had to bite back the groan that almost tore from my lips. That would have woken her up. I had to get away from her. Mentally preparing myself to let her go, I started to ease away when her hands clung to me. I stopped. She wasn’t ready to let me go yet. And if my dick wasn’t currently demanding a release, I would happily stay.

She stretched her body, causing her stomach and the top of her mound to stroke my cock. I sucked in a breath. Then, she did it again.

What the hell was she doing? And if she didn’t stop, I might pin her to the bed and thrust against her until I got off.

A low purr that sounded like a kitten passed her lips, and she kept making those slow stretches. Her back began arching so that my dick was getting more friction.

Was she really doing this in her sleep? She hadn’t done anything like this before.

The ministrations continued. With each arch of her back, I was given the view of her tits and hard nipples under the silky camisole. I wanted to take one in my mouth and bite it until she screamed. If this were anyone else, it would take some grinding, dirty talking, and tits bouncing to get me to where I was now, with something this innocent. But I had to bite down on my lip until I tasted blood to keep from making a noise as my bodyshuddered and I shot my load in my fucking boxers. I was sure the last time I’d come in my pants, I’d been eleven.

Fucking hell.

I laid my hand on Halo’s back to stop her as my cock finished twitching. I pressed my nose into her hair and breathed her in. Her body sank against me, and I closed my eyes, sated. Not just sexually, but emotionally as well.

Wilma left after telling me how to put the breakfast she’d prepared for Halo together. She was coming back in three hours to clean and cook dinner before we returned. Our lunch was already made and in a cooler, waiting by the door leading to the garage. I’d decided to take Halo back to the pond on the back of our property for lunch.

I made my coffee and drank it, playing over last night’s events in my head. Could she have really done all that asleep? While it had happened, I couldn’t make myself give a shit about anything but how incredible it felt. My attraction to her had taken over, and I would have shot anyone who had interrupted us. It was a good thing there wasn’t a chance of that.

I picked up my phone and looked down at the search engine. What did I google? I wanted to know if pregnancy made women have wet dreams. I was also curious about her pussy. It had been plump and swollen. That wasn’t anything I’d felt before.

I decided to start withpregnancy and wet dreams. That came up real fast. Extra blood flow to her genitals.Call the damn thing a pussy.I continued to read. Raised hormone levels could boost sex drive and lead to seriously steamy dreams. I wondered what she’d been dreaming last night when she rubbed that sweet cunt on my thigh. The thought that it might have been another guy,even my brother, made my hand grip the phone tighter. I wasn’t going to think about that.

Desires or fantasies she’d been repressing- I liked that much better. I wanted to be what she was dreaming about. It wasn’t healthy, and this was fucked up, but I couldn’t turn it off. Whatever wet dreams she was having had better be about me. Not that I would really know. It wasn’t something I was going to ask her about.

I heard her footsteps and clicked off the screen, then stuck my phone in my back pocket to pick up my coffee cup. Time to act like I hadn’t been studying pregnancy hormones and swollen cunts.

She stepped into the room and paused when she saw me. I gave her a nod, not missing the way her entire body blushed. Not just her face.

Why was she embarrassed? Either she’d been awake last night or it was me she’d been fucking in her dream. Let it be the latter. If she had been awake while I stuck my fingers in her pussy or when she rubbed her body against my cock until I erupted like a damn preteen, then things were gonna get tricky.

“Morning,” I said, studying her as she smiled shyly at me.

“Good morning,” she replied.

I should feel her out. Not push, but I was an impatient man.

“How did you sleep?” I asked just as casually as one would ask about the weather.

Her face turned so red as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, I was almost positive she’d been asleep. Dreaming about me. That knowledge tamed the jealous beast that had been right there on the edge.

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