Female’s P.O.V~
A carrier of dreams and slumber. The night was riding heavily upon our heads. The moon was sparkling brightly outside the window. Everyone and everything was quieter as the sun had taken a turn.
Except me.
It had been hours since I lay on the bed with him. He had fallen sound asleep while I was still scowling outside the window, alerted eyes. My head was speaking loudly for my eyes to find solace, making me worry about the most common things.
I couldn’t even twist and turn. I feared I’d wake him up. So, I tried to busy my mind with diverse thoughts, trying to tire it out. I even tried counting sheep, as people suggest.
But it did not work.
It only made me furious. That is why, I decided, I needed a walk when his sleepy arm fell on my chest, asking for me.
He was murmuring like a baby in his sleep, rubbing his face into the pillow and onto my shoulder. I could tell he was in a dreamland, having a great time, even in his sleep.
He looked so pure and adorable. I was merely gazing at him to adore that innocence when my eyes traveled and fell to his exposed chest.
It was his habit to sleep with just his underwear on like mine, which had occasionally become a tricky situation for me. And the same was happening at that moment.
That thawing feeling had again begun to rush into my veins and control of mine over me slowly began to come loose.
I tried breathing it out, cooling it down as I threw the blanket aside. But it did not work, just like my plan to help me fall asleep, and unconsciously I advanced closer to his sleeping figure.
My eyes fell on his plump lips, silky skin, and composed breathing, living it one last time before I sunk my lips into the nap of his neck.
I wrapped my arms around him and yanked him closer, wanting no space in between. And tenderly I began kissing his neck, wishing not to wake him up from his excellent sleep.
Yet, my resistance did not work. I had begun sucking, licking, and nipping his neck, while I brushed my body to his.
Even through this turmoil of mine, thankfully, he was still sound asleep. So, I guided my knees to his crotch and began rubbing it with my knee, witnessing him suddenly slither a bit.
“Baby?” Then he woke up with dull and tender whimpers escaping his lips, alarming me to pull my face from his neck.
I looked at his sleepy and tired face, his eyes still a bit hazy. It seemed as though he was confused at what was happening and he did not hold back from asking what I was doing.
I could not answer him. I felt guilty for waking him up, but my need had taken over me. What else could I have done?
So, I stunned him again and sealed his lips with mine. An astounded hum escaped his lips like a melody and, gingerly, his lips fell to the trap of my lips.
At that moment, I simply did not care for his sleep. A bit selfish of me, I’d add.
His lips began kissing me back, slow and gentle, as if they were tasting the sweetest fruit.
Where had his sleep traveled to?
Then his tongue slithered from his lips like a snake, willing to enter my mouth. But before his tongue would succeed, I pulled my lips back and seized his mouth, noticing his tongue was still out.
“Can’t sleep? Do you want me to help you?” He questioned, gazing at me with eyes full of ecstasy as if he were inviting me to go further with my actions.
I could not help but smile and answer, “You sure are the perfect medicine for a restless night.”
He simply giggled when he heard those words, while his tongue began swirling in the air to be played, his eyes getting needier.
He began rubbing his length to my knee as well, his hands grasping the mattress tightly, while he also whimpered and bit his lips.