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I aim to put my hand on her lower back to stop her from moving, but I over shoot.
My hand lands on her naked ass cheek. I squeeze one of the fleshy cheeks – as a sex
deprived, warm-blooded male, I can only take so much – and revel in the smoothness
and softness while wishing, once again, that I can bite it. I know she wore panties to
bed. I tentatively search for an outline. I breathe a sigh of relief when I find the band of

her thong. A thong isn’t much coverage, but I would have died if she’d removed her
panties.
“I bet you would feel so good inside of me, Henry,” she sighs in her sleep. I screw
my eyes shut. Maybe, if I fall asleep, I won’t hear her. “Your cock is so big. I want all of
it.”
I stifle a groan and take a few breaths to keep from hyperventilating. She is having
a sex dream about me while lying on top of me. I must be getting punished for
something.
“Where do you want to put it first? My mouth or pussy?” I grip the sheets to keep
from participating. She grabs my biceps and grinds against my abdomen. “Oh, yes,
right there. Please, don’t stop.” Her body shivers, and she moans. I can feel the
dampness of her panties against my belly.

She falls into a deeper sleep. I don’t have the heart to move her. Eventually, I
manage fall back asleep with her on top of me.

Sanya
My eyes flutter open, and I immediately realize something is off. I do a mental scan
of my body. No new aches. I run my tongue over my teeth. Gritty, but still there. Why
can I hear my heart beating? Then it sinks in; I’m lying on top of Henry.
“Henry,” I call softly.
“Hmm?” His answer rumbles through his body, and it is sexy as fuck. “Did we
have sex last night?”
Apparently, chuckles have the same affect. “No, I would not violate a drunk
Sanya.” What about a sober one?
“Do you know why I’m on top of you?” I feel his sigh.