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Reggie

Awakened by the craziest dream I’d ever had, I sat up in bed and looked around the moonlit room. Wide awake, breathless, and petrified by the insanity of the lucid tale, I feared the dream would return if I fell back to sleep.

I glanced at Tito. Exhausted from a week and a half without sleep, he was lying flat on his back, dead asleep. The sound of his light snoring was hypnotic and peaceful.

I studied him for a moment, finding solace in his state of being. Then, the answer to my concern came to me. I pulled back the covers and exposed his naked body. Sleeping in the nude had its benefits, and Tito was about to find out what they were. I took his flaccid girth in my hand and began to stroke it. I found it fascinating that his facial expression changed from stoic to smiling even though he was asleep at the time.

I wondered what he was thinking while in his state of slumber. While I carefully yanked his dick into a rigid state, were his dreams blissful or was he being accosted?

In no time, his thick shaft filled my hand. Using caution, I wrapped my lips around the tip, being careful not to wake him in the process. After receiving no objection on his part, I took him into my mouth a little at a time, watching him the entire while. His facial expression changed without warning or reason, going from expressionless to smiling at random times.

Knowing I was pleasuring him—albeit in his sleep—drove me wild with desire. Driven by that sexual longing, I continued my oral onslaught with a fervor. Although I was prepared for him to awaken, he didn’t. In fact, he didn’t even stir in his sleep. Excited beyond comprehension at the possibilities of what I could get away with, I ached in all the places a woman yearns to ache.

Thirty seconds later, Tito was as hard as a rock. My panties were soaked. I lifted my head and checked his status. Finding him fast asleep excited me even more.

I slid off my panties and tossed them aside. Soaking wet and ready to try my luck at fucking my sleeping lover, I carefully straddled him in the cowgirl position. Shaking with desire, I guided his bulging cock between my legs.

With the tip of his cock nestled in my wet folds, I paused. Still fast asleep, his snoring gave proof as to the depth of his subconscious state.

I lowered my weight onto his swollen shaft. With my eyes closed and my pussy throbbing with desire, I took his entire length in one motion. When my butt met his thighs I shuddered, nearly reaching climax in that first stroke.

About to burst with equal parts pleasure and excitement, I rode his rigid dick slowly and methodically. Each stroke filled me with a unique sense of pleasure that could only come from sexual contact with the man who soundly slept beneath me.

Illuminated by the faint blue luminescence from the night’s full moon, the outline of Tito’s facial expression was clear. Wearing a slight smile—but undoubtedly dead asleep—he seemed to be at peace with my sexual offering.

Considering his state of subconscious bliss, I decided to step up my sex game. If I was going to get away with using his dick without him knowing, I needed to make it a memorable occasion. I flexed my thigh muscles and drew a deep breath.

I commenced to ride my tattooed lover like a rented scooter.

Taking his entire length deep into my vaginal walls with each thrust of my hips, I fucked him like a woman possessed by sexual demons. The muffled sounds of my moaning filled the room.

I lasted all of thirty seconds, reaching an unexpected climax long before I was mentally prepared. The orgasm took me by complete surprise, all but crippling me from doing anything but allowing it to envelop me completely.

With a cramping calf muscle, worn-out pussy, and an insanely sensitive clit, I rolled off my lover and onto my back.

Feeling a slight bit guilty, I glanced to my left. Still passed out completely, Tito was catching up on the sleep he missed out on for the previous ten days.

Wondering what it was that troubled him, but glad that it seemed to be over, I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

He fidgeted a little and then turned to his side.

Grinning from ear to ear at my night’s accomplishment, I nestled against him and draped my arm across his chest. Incapable of recalling the nightmare that snatched me from my sleep and completely exhausted from my sexual adventure, I fell asleep with the man of my dreams wrapped in my arms.