If you've been following my posts, you probably won't be surprised that I couldn't resist the Wicked Wednesday "Another Song" prompt. I listened to quite a few song possibilities, but pretty quickly settled on The Romantics "Talking in Your Sleep." There's a YouTube video of the song at the end of the story for your musical enjoyment.
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Talking in Your Sleep
By Ria Restrepo
Copyright ©2019. All rights reserved.
I wasn't a morning person, so I was rarely awake before him. For some reason, though, I found myself staring at his slumbering form as I lay beside him. In the early morning light, his face was relaxed and peaceful, a slight smile playing on his lips.
The urge to touch him was overwhelming. Well, touch him more than I already was with my body pressed along the length of his, my tits crushed against his chest and one leg draped over his. But I didn't want to disturb him, so I stayed as still as possible, silently admiring his eyelashes.
He murmured something unintelligible in his sleep and I realized that must have been what woke me. He was dreaming—something good by the sound of it and his broadening smile. Then he said something I did understand. My name.
Delighted he was dreaming about me, I couldn't stop the stupid grin from spreading across my face. It was only fair, after all, since I spent most of my nocturnal meanderings thinking about him and his wicked ways. My curiosity went into overdrive, wondering what was going on in his mind. I was undoubtedly doing something extremely filthy.
"Mmmm, want you."
That made two of us. A delicious ache lingered between my legs from the night before, but I felt my ever-present desire for him flaring to life once again. I was tempted to writhe against him and press my needy sex into his hip. That would probably wake him, though, and I wanted to hear what else he'd reveal in his sleep.
"I need you."
Yeah, I needed him too. I tried not to, I really did, because the situation was complicated. But I just couldn't resist him. I never felt more alive than I did when I was with him. We fed off each other, inspired each other. It was gratifying to know he felt the same way.
"I love you."
My heart stopped for a couple of beats, then picked back up in triple-time. I loved him from almost the beginning, but I didn't dare tell him. I thought he'd freak out and run for the hills, so I kept it casual.
He'd done a really good job of making me think I was nothing more than his naughty plaything—not that I minded. At all. Actually, I loved it. I never had any expectations about our relationship. Having him in a limited fashion was better than not having him at all. However, this revelation put a much different spin on things.
A frown suddenly formed on his face and he pulled me closer with the arm I'd been resting my head on. "Don't leave me."
Not caring if I woke him anymore, I pressed my mouth to his ear. "I'm not going anywhere."
He sighed contentedly, but didn't loosen his hold.
Trailing my lips along his jaw, I enjoyed the prickly feel of his morning stubble on my flesh. I kissed my way down his neck and chest to one of his small flat nipples. I circled it with my tongue and lightly sucked the tender nub.
Groaning, he slid his fingers into my hair and gripped a handful, lightly tugging on it just how he knew I liked. That subtle gesture of control really turned me on. I swear it reverberated throughout my body, the sensations finally concentrating in my cunt, making my inner muscles tighten wonderfully.
To give his other nipple the same loving attention, I shifted on top of him, straddling his hips, my arms braced on either side of his chest. His already hard length pressing against my shaved pussy. I couldn't resist rocking my hips, sliding my slick folds along his cock as I gently raked my teeth over his nipple.
He hissed out a breath and his grip on my hair tightened. "Fuck."
I was pretty sure he was awake at that point. When I looked up, I found his brilliant blue eyes staring back at me.
"Whatcha doin', naughty girl?"
"Hopefully making your dirty dream come true."
His lips slowly spread into a wicked grin and he loosened his grip. "By all means, don't let me stop you."
With that seal of approval, I teased his nipples a little more before kissing my way down to his groin, situating myself between his spread legs. For a moment, I nuzzled the crinkly hair there, breathing in his heavenly musky scent. He sucked in a breath when I licked up the length of his cock, but kept a light hold on my hair.
As I took the head of his cock in my mouth, I looked up and met his hungry gaze. While he watched, I softly sucked on the tip, my tongue massaging the sensitive spot just underneath. I tasted my own tangy essence on him and took my time savoring it.
He moaned. "Good girl."
Those two words lit me up in every way. Yes, I had a long history of being a good girl. Growing up, I was usually teacher's pet. But with him, it took on a completely different connotation I thrived on. I was his good girl when I'd pleased him. When I'd been his filthy fucking come slut. And I totally got off on it. His pleasure was my pleasure—especially when it involved something dirty.
I sucked him deep into my mouth until he nudged the back of my throat, making me gag a bit. Fighting the sensation for a moment, I held him there, drooling all over his cock.
"You're such a sweet little cock whore."
The nasty names were an accelerant on my burning arousal. It didn't have anything to do with humiliation. I loved being his "bad" girl" and knew he appreciated how naughty I could be for him. Only him. I was so fucking horny I pressed my thighs together to relieve the needy ache in my cunt.
My weight braced on one hand, I used the other to fondle his balls while I established a steady rhythm of moving my mouth up and down his shaft. He carried on a litany of dirty compliments as I sucked him off in long strokes.
At some point, I noticed my hips rocking in time with my sucking motion, trying to give myself the friction I desperately craved.
Not missing a thing, he said, "Get that horny slut cunt off while you suck my cock."
Whimpering my gratitude, I released his balls and slipped my hand between my legs. I easily found my swollen clit between my drenched cunt lips and circled it hard and fast. It didn't take long before I was on the knife's edge of orgasm. My bobbing on his dick became a little erratic as I got closer and closer. Moaning around his cock, I came on my fingers, shuddering in release.
That must have been too much for him, because he followed me into sweet oblivion, filling my mouth with his thick and salty come. Still trembling with pleasure, I swallowed it all like the greedy come slut I was, even lapping up a few stray drops.
After several minutes, he pulled me up so I was sprawled alongside of him again. He took my head between his hand and gave me a possessive kiss that stole what little breath I had. Apparently, he didn't mind tasting himself on my tongue.
When he eventually pulled back, his gaze was ardent. "I love you."
It was even sweeter hearing it while he was wide awake. "So I heard. You've been talking in your sleep."
He frowned. "Oh."
I smiled. "Yeah, you revealed all your secrets."
"Is that so."
"Mmm-hmm, so I guess I owe you one."
He raised an eyebrow. "Only one?"
"It's a good one."
"I love you, too. Always have. Always will."
Grinning, he pulled me down for another fierce kiss…and oh so much more.