Page 73 of Pucking Them
I moan again.
My legs are being lifted now and balanced on someone’s shoulders. Then a wet lick up my core, which makes me arch.
More, more, more.
I love this dream.
I don’t want it to stop.
The mouth moves to my clit, sucking.
Suddenly, something breaks through my dreamlike haze.
I recognize the pattern of the swirl of the tongue against my clit.
Is that Shay…?
As my eyes snap open from sleep, pleasure crests through me.
My drowsy gaze meets Shay’s.
He is naked, dressed in nothing but a roleplay butler’s collar, cuffs, and bow tie. He is lying on his stomach with my legs hiked onto his shoulders to give him better access to my pussy.
Am I also naked?
Shay must have stripped me out of the t-shirt, while I was sleeping.
The thought makes me shiver and become wetter.
Shay’s eyes are glassy. He is hungrily sucking on my clit.
Being woken up like this — Shay wanting me with this level of need and knowing how much I would love this experience because we discussed and negotiated it the night before as my fantasy reward, with me enthusiastically giving my consent — makes me feel desired on an entirely new level.
Excitement rushes through me.
My hands claw at the silver sheets.
Pale morning light streams over the four-poster bed from the skylight.
Unexpectedly, I scream, as a sudden orgasm rushes through me, which had been relaxing while I was asleep but is intense now that I am awake.
I shudder, as Shay works me through it.
Then he kisses my thighs and gazes up at me like I am his sun. “Morning, love. You look bloody beautiful moaning and flushed in your sleep like that. You enjoyed it, yeah?”
When he licks the glistening wet off his lips like he truly does love the taste, I shiver.
I pant, pushing the hair out of my face. “Couldn’t you tell? Is a sleepasm a thing? It was more than feeling good. It was intimate in a way that I didn’t expect. Awake or asleep, I always feel safe with you, Shay.”
Shay’s expression becomes open and vulnerable. “I’m glad, love.”
He slowly lowers my legs back onto the bedding, before resting his head on the comfy cushion of my lower belly just above my pussy, digging his fingers into my hips like he never wants to leave the bed between my thighs.
I’m okay with that.
When D’Angelo clears his throat, I finally realize that he, along with Eden, are also sprawled on the other side of the bed.
I turn my head to study them.
