“Maybe. This is new for me. I haven’t had a man in my bed since… I don’t even know when.”
“Okay.” He brushes my hair back from my forehead. “Take off that soft little tank top you’re wearing, and the shorts. You’re sleeping naked tonight.”
“But—”
“Trust me.”
“Fine.” I wriggle out of the pajamas and pitch them over the side of the bed. He’s taking off his boxers, too.
“Turn onto your side, with your back to me, and pull your knees up a bit,” he orders.
My heart is beating fast, and I’m not sure how this is conducive to sleep, but I do as he says.
His hand glides over my shoulder and down my arm, then travels the sloping curve of my side, my waist, and my hip. “Breathe, baby. Relax.”
I focus on breathing and relaxing my muscles. His hand stays on my ass cheek for a while, languidly enjoying my skin. When I’m on my side like this, with my knees bent and pulled up, my pussy is exposed, and his fingers find it easily. He strokes me soothingly, gently. He’s not trying to get me to orgasm—it’s a slow stimulation, a gradual arousal. Within minutes, I’m both twice as relaxed and twice as wet as I was on the couch.
He tucks the tip of his cock into my slit and squeezes his length into me slowly, inch by inch. I’m filled with warmth and wholeness, secure and happy, floating somewhere between titillation and completion. He doesn’tthrust, just stays inside me, a firm, silken heat, a thick comfort object nestled deep inside my body.
His chest is warm and solid against my back, a heat so relaxing that I’m already starting to drowse.
“Do I have your permission to come even if you fall asleep?” he whispers.
“Yes.” I pull his arm around me, delighted by its muscular weight and by the naughtiness of his suggestion. “I would love that. Help yourself anytime during the night, too.”
“Understood.” He presses a long kiss to my shoulder, and my eyes drift shut with sheer pleasure.
In this moment, I can’t feel a single negative emotion. Not a hint of worry or sadness. Even the threat of my sister is distant, unreal. Maybe it’s foolish to think that I’m safe here, with him. But for now, I believe it.
I drift into a deep, heavy sleep, free of the nightmares that usually plague me.
Somewhere in the night, my body flutters and I dream that I’m coming on Rick’s tongue again. Then I sink deeper than dreams, farther into refreshing rest.
11
She falls asleep with me inside her, her beautiful body limp and soft, utterly relaxed.
I’m not sure how I can already tell what she tends. I’ve never been super intuitive, at least not beyond the purview of my potion-making. When I make an emotive drink for someone, I sometimes get a sense of what they need, beyond what they’ve expressed. But that doesn’t always happen.
With her, I get this feeling that I’ve known her a long time. I don’t believe in past lives, but I have an aunt who does. If anything could convince me that our souls get reincarnated, it would be my connection with Marlowe.What else could explain this intimate link that I feel with her?
I move closer, my chest against her back, my body curled around hers. My hand cups her breast, and I roll my hips slowly, gliding in and out of her pussy just a little. She doesn’t stir, so I keep going.
She seemed pleased by the thought of me coming inside her while she sleeps. It’s not something I’ve ever wanted to try with anyone before, but she is unlocking parts of me that I didn’t know existed.
The orgasm rushes through my dick, blooms in my lower belly. I shudder with the force of it, and it’s all I can do not to groan as my cum jets through her body in rhythmic pulses.
I feel so good and so relaxed that I nearly fall asleep inside her, but I manage to pull out before I drift off.
Sometime around three, my dick wakes me up. It’s pressed between Marlowe’s plump, smooth ass cheeks. I’m achingly hard, and she gave me permission, so I lift her thigh a bit and check her slit. A little stroking produces the wetness I need, so I enter her again. She sighs and shifts, but doesn’t wake up while I make a deposit of fresh cum for her to find in the morning. Her body responds to me, pulsing around my dick like she’s orgasming in her sleep.
This is a kink I didn’t know I had, but I enjoy the sex better when she’s awake. I love watching her face change, her lashes flutter, and her mouth open with sighs and whimpers. I love the way her eyes sparkle, and the way she bites her lip sometimes without realizing she’s doing it.
If I’m honest, I like how dangerous she is, too. I like the primal, mythical ferocity of her horse form. She’s goddamn beautiful.
This woman is too incredible for someone like me. But I plan on sticking around as long as she allows it.
I leave the bed a couple hours later, freshen up, get myself dressed, and head downstairs. I make coffee, the regular kind. I figure it’s best to let her tell me when she wants a special one.
