The bed squeaked under me as I propped my elbow on the pillow and shifted so she could feel my growing erection without a doubt. “That you sleep like a baby in my arms. It makes me so happy, like I’ve accomplished a huge achievement. But you talk in your sleep—”
“What did I say?” Again with that panic.What are you so afraid of, Jo?
“It’s not something coherent. It’s more of protesting sobs, which breaks my heart. I want to wake you to stop you from crying in your sleep, but I’m so scared you won’t be able to rest again. I just hold you tighter, trying to sing for you like a baby.” I chuckled. “Do you know that sometimes I swear you’re speaking Gaelic in your sleep, especially when you start calling for yourmam.”
“I…I…” she stammered, her breath, too. “What else is on your list?”
With a sigh, I swiped my thumb across her lips. “I know the way you taste…and I know the way you…”
She tensed. “The way I what?”
She wasn’t going to like it, but I’d tell her anyway. My thumb slid down to her chin and drew a slow, straight line from her throat to the top of her mound. Trembling, she caught my hand before I went lower. “What are you doing?” she rasped. “What did you do in my sleep?”
“I just wanted to know the way you smelled.”
She gasped. “How could you?”
“How could I find the strength to stop myself from doing anything else other than smelling your pussy? I don’t know, but it’s been hard as fuck.”
She jumped out of the bed. Then the silhouette of her head shook in the dark. “This is sick. Too sick to handle. You must leave and never come back.”
“Is that how you repay me for helping you sleep all these nights? For being honest now? I could have just lied to you.”
“You’re… You can’t touch me without my consent, Tirone. End of story.”
“I didn’t touch you. I didn’t do anything.”
“You smelled my vagina!”
“It’s a totally different sense.”
“Oh my God.”
“What difference does it make if I do it now or when I turn eighteen? It’s only five weeks. Why can you not just give me a little something to help me wait? I’m dying here, Jo. You don’t know how much it’s taking me to stop myself from acting on my fantasies with you.”
“More reason for you to go.”
I rolled my eyes. “Come back to sleep, baby.”
“Not before you leave.”
“C’mon, Jo. We can argue all night, but you know I’m not leaving no matter what. Then the side of me you don’t seem to like will pop out against my will, because I can’t control it when it comes to not having you. I don’t want to make you upset, so please, just save us both the trouble and come back to bed.”
“How do you expect me to sleep next to you after I knew what you did to me?”
“Jesus Christ. All right, baby. I’m sorry. I promise I won’t touch or smell you in your sleep again…even though somnophilia is one of your favorite smutty kinks.”
“It’s a book, Tirone. Fictional! It doesn’t mean I want what’s written in it to be done to me in real life.”
“That’s why I’m asking you what you like in bed, but you’re not answering.”
She blew out a rapid sigh.
“You’re leaving me no choice but to rely on your kindle, baby. So tell me, and be honest like I am with you, deep down, do you think it’s hot if I touch you in your sleep or not?”
Another sigh. Long and staggering, though.
“Now, I have one more thing to add to the list.”
