I was having the best dream ever. Or at least, I thought it was a dream. When I opened my eyes to see Emma lying next to me, I realized that it hadn’t been a dream at all. Shit. I had Emma pulled tight against me with my hand between her legs. How the fuck did I manage that in my sleep? I started to pull my hand away, but the motion caused her to moan in her sleep as she clamped her legs shut around my hand. Fire shot through my veins as she wiggled against my hand and moaned again.
If she woke up now, there was no way that she’d believe me if I told her that I hadn’t done this on purpose. I stayed completely still as I tried to figure out a way to get my hand out from between her legs without waking her up. I tried to pull my hand away again, but she clamped down harder and moaned. Jesus. If my hand didn’t wake her up, then my aching dick pressed against her ass would.
“Mmm, Jesse,” she moaned in her sleep.
I closed my eyes as I dropped my head back onto the pillow and groaned. She was apparently dreaming about me, too. That was all it took to set me off. I couldn’t help it. I started stroking her through her underwear.
She moaned again as her breath hitched. “God, yes.”
She relaxed her legs for a split second, but it was enough for me to better angle my hand until I was right over her clit. I started stroking it slowly, loving the way her body responded to me in her sleep.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
“In my defense, I tried to be the good guy.”
She turned her head to look at me with sleep-filled eyes. “What are you talking about?”
“I tried to move away, but you wouldn’t let me.”
She gave me a sleepy grin. “Well, it was a nice way to wake up.”
“Go back to sleep, and I’ll wake you up in an even better way.”
She laughed. “What do you have in mind?”
I pulled my hand from between her legs and rolled her until she was on her back. I leaned over and kissed her. My tongue slipped between her lips as my hands started exploring her body.
“Let me show you.”
Gone was the shy and nervous girl from last night. In her place was a girl who had fire in her eyes as she nodded, giving me permission to do what I wanted. I had no clue how far that permission extended, but I was going to go as far as she’d let me.
I kissed a trail from her ear to her neck and then across her collarbone. Her nipples were hard as they pushed against the thin material of her night shirt. Unable to stop myself, I leaned down and bit one of them through her shirt. I loved rough sex, but I didn’t want to tell her that just yet. She was new to all of this, and I didn’t want to scare her. She moaned as my teeth clamped onto her nipple. I made sure not to bite too hard. There was a fine line between pleasure-inducing pain and straight pain. I released it almost instantly and flicked my tongue across it.
“Can I take off your shirt?” I asked, praying that she’d say yes. I had to go slow with her, or she’d freak out.
“Yes.”
I barely heard her whispered reply. I tugged the shirt up and over her head. I threw it on the floor next to the bed before turning my attention back to her. God, she’s beautiful. I kissed her softly on the mouth before cupping both breasts and rubbing my thumbs across them. She closed her eyes and moaned as I leaned back down and took first one and then the other into my mouth again. Instead of biting, I sucked on them. Her hips bucked as I rolled each one around with my tongue.
I released her nipple. “Do you like that?” She only nodded.
I ran my hand between her breasts, close enough to torture her, and then I moved down her stomach to the top of her underwear. Her boy shorts were a pale gray, and I could see just how turned-on she was by how soaked they were already. I slipped my thumbs under the waistband and started slowly pulling them down her legs.
She tensed for a split second. “Jesse...”
“Shh, I won’t do anything that you don’t want me to do, but I want to see you, all of you.”
She shuddered as I slipped them off her ankles and threw them on the floor with her shirt. I didn’t touch her as I stared down at her now fully naked body. Knowing that I was the only person who had ever seen her like this made me feel possessive. She was mine, and I wanted to keep it that way.
I reached between her legs and flicked her clit gently. She nearly came up off the bed as she cried out. I settled down in front of her as I pushed her knees apart.
“Is this okay?” I asked.
“Yes, just...”
“Just what?”
“Please touch me again.”
She didn’t have to tell me twice. I slipped my hand between her legs again and parted her with my fingers as my thumb started rubbing. My fingers were soaked instantly, and I nearly came right then and there. I pulled my hand away, knowing that I was about to lose control.
“Why did you stop?” She groaned.
Her legs were still spread wide open, screaming at me to take her. Normally, I never asked a girl if it was okay. If they were in a bed with me, I knew it was fine. With her, I couldn’t be sure.
“Emma, I have to stop.”
She propped herself up on her elbow. “What? Why? Did I do something wrong?”
The innocence in her statement made me groan. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I just...I can’t go halfway with you again. I want inside you, and I don’t think you’re ready for that.”
Her eyes widened. “Oh.”