Page 30 of Our Little Cliche
HELLO? What is wrong with me?
…Keep going.
He pulls her underwear down, and what surprises me the most is not only do I find myself kicking my feet, I’m also scootching down even further into my bed, andgiggling!
Interesting.
The pretty redhead stirs, but doesn’t wake when he swipes his tongue through her labia…Wait, am I into this? Yes. Oh, dear.Wetness pools between my thighs as the thought of someone ridiculously sexy like this man… someone like Cyrus… breaking into my house with a mask on to add to the secrecy, just to pleasure me while I sleep, sends me into a spiral. I don’t even get pleasure when I’m awake, let alone in a slumber!
Cyrus’s features replace the main male character in my head, burning a vision like a memory, and I waste no time taking the pads of my fingers to my clit. Ecstasy already on the edge from the build up.
Holy crap, I am soaked.
A moan flies out of my mouth with the first circle, then sparkles spin havoc in my head with pleasure.Oh, wow, this is… hot.Continuing on with reading, the masked man sucks, swirls, and nips at her sensitive little bud and she stirs. Burning heat radiates over my body from both my arousal and the excess warmth of the fireplace, so I kick off my blanket and continue building my orgasm.
When I read that he nudges the tip of his cock at her entrance, I insert two fingers into mine. The woman climaxes heavilyin her sleepto this masked stranger, and a new sensation arises from deep down within me.I am incredibly into this.
I bring myself to the edge until oblivion consumes me. It’s not until my breath returns to normal I realize that I have a name for whatever the hell this is.
Somnophilia.
CYRUS
I can’t believe it. No matter how many times I rub my eyes, the image I see is still the same. And no, it’s not because of my vision or a dirty lens. It’s a far greater dilemma…
Holly is pleasuring herself while readingmybook, and going by how easily she can hold it in one hand I’d say she’s about a quarter way through, meaning she’s close to—if not already at—the scene.
Somnophilia.
And I’m stood here watching like a fucking creep all over again. Blood pumps hard to my length as my eyes stay pinned to her delicate acts of self care between her legs.
It feels like a sin to watch her eyes roll into the back of her head before she reads the next page. And her making a mess on the new mattress is doing all things unholy to me.
What am I thinking?
Itisa sin.
I shake my head in disapproval, running back to my car without slipping on the ice. This goes beyond any morals. I had absolutely no intention of seeing her indecent, I just wanted to take her to see the Northern Lights. I didn’t know they’d be out tonight, otherwise I’d have asked her sooner. I would have called… but after my last message, I assumed she probably wouldn’t respond.It’s a date…fucking idiot. The lights are so beautiful and radiant tonight, but they’ll shine again another time.
Now how am I going to get that image out of my head? It’s been hard enough to not see her face everywhere I look, but now I have her pleasure face in my head too?Help!When she comes in tomorrow I’m not going to be able to look at her the same way. Every time I see her face, all I’m going to think about is how much she was turned on by someone being fucked in her sleep.
Back home my fingers grow smoke, steaming at the speed of my typing. I am drowning in hot, disgusting arousal and I need to get it out on paper before my I get it out of my dick. Every book I write has somnophilia in all ways, shapes and forms in it. It’s what my deranged mind wants to write when I plot a story, and I can’t seem to write a book without it. They’re dark romances after all, so it makes sense. But what doesn’t make sense is just how muchI’mgrowing towant it, too. I’ve never ever beenthismuch into this shit before—not until I met her.
Not until I saw how wet she got over it.
I suppose, if someone gets that aroused over it, maybe she wants it just as much? This is insane. I can’t believe I’m even thinking this. I need to go to bed, and cease this damn day!
Chapter Fifteen
HOLLY
Cyrus Stone aka Sexy Boss:
Sorry it’s late. The car will be there shortly, bring your coat for tonight.
As if Ineeded reminding that my boss is sexy.
And as if I needed reminding that I’m dressed and ready for another day working for him. But I have to suck it up as I need the money, and at this point in time I don’t have a backup plan. So Ineedto keep my cool around him today. No more getting hot and flustered. Which would be easy to do if I hadn’t climaxed over him on more than one occasion.
