Every touch, every kiss, it all seemed so real…so good. Somehow the pillow Ezra had put up between us disappeared to the foot of the bed. I’m assuming when she was tossing and turning throughout her sleep, or maybe I may have pulled her against me, and she wound up curled up against me, her leg thrown over mine intimately, my arm wrapped around her possessively. I couldn’t recall who did what or if I instigated anything, or if Ezra was also having an erotic dream. All it took was one touch.
Our lips, like two magnets, found their way to one another. It starts with our lips brushing over each other and swiftly gets deeper, more intense the moment our tongues glide over one another.
We kiss hungrily for a couple of minutes, and Ezra begins grinding her pussy against my thigh, and her soft moaning half stirs me from my sleep. I groan when I feel her lips on my neck, licking, nipping, and sucking gently at my pulse point. I’m still stuck somewhere in between my dream and reality.
I bite my lip hard when she unbuttons my jeans, her hand slowly peels the front of my boxers down, and my already rock-hard cock springs up, firm and throbbing. I suck in a sharp breath when her hand wraps around me, and she drags her palm up the length of my dick.
My hips buck up into her hand, and she squeezes gently and strokes me steadily while her lips continue to kiss up my neck, my jaw in search of my lips once again, which I give her without missing a beat. I don’t relinquish control. Ever. I never have—until now.
Although every fiber in my body was battling the need to grip her throat, pin her down into the mattress, and give her a fuck she would take a week to recover from—I let her have this. Everything went hazy. I was still half asleep but somehow conscious of what was happening.
Our kiss grows hot and greedy—our tongues dueling while her dainty hand is busy jerking me off at a slow and steady pace. I groan when she pulls away, breaking our kiss, and she moves to straddle me and shimmies down between my legs. Oh fuck, she’s not about to—and then her mouth was on my cock, licking up the length of my shaft and sucking. “Oh fuck, Ezra, christ..” I curl my fingers in her hair and buck my hips up fucking her mouth, matching her rhythm. Holy fucking hell, her mouth. Jesus! I feel my balls tighten, and the deeper and harder she sucks, I near my release. “Ezra,” I growl, panting as that familiar heat rushes through me and the battle to hold it back is impossible.
Between her hand jerking me off before and her mouth wrapped around my pulsing cock I fight to keep myself in control, but it’s waning fast.
“Ezra, I’m gonna come.” I grit, warning her, but she moans in response and cups my balls in her hand and squeezes gently, and that was all it took to send me over the edge. I close my eyes, lift my hips, pushing my cock deeper until I hit the back of her mouth, and shoot my load down her throat. “Ezra! Fuck!” I howl, bucking my hips with every rush of my orgasm. I gasp when she sucks up my shaft, cleaning every drop of come with her tongue on the way up. I lay there, breathless, for a couple of minutes. I open my eyes when I feel her lips on my stomach.
I grab her arm, yanking her up to me, and meld our mouths together again, kissing her hungrily, getting a second-hand taste of myself on her tongue, which fired me up all over again.
I roll her over onto her back and pin her beneath me as I devour her mouth. Ezra moans and grinds her hips up against me, and I can feel my cock go hard again. I drawback, breaking the kiss. I bite and suck the flesh behind her ear hard, and she gasps.
A sound I was quickly becoming accustomed to. “Damien,” I hear her whisper my name. I reach down and tug her bottoms down; it seems she had the same idea because she kicks them off entirely. Using my thigh, I push her legs apart and press my cock against her. It would be so easy for me to just fuck her right there and then, but she wasn’t ready for that. I wasn’t prepared for that. Not yet, not like this. Her first time deserves to be better than a seedy motel…better than the likes of me.
Ezra moans and quakes in my arms when the head of my cock brushes her swollen nub. She reaches up to touch me, but I grab and pin her arms above her head, and she whimpers in frustration.
I lean over and kiss her deeply, teasing and sucking her tongue as I rock my hips, grinding against her slick folds— and fuck was she wet. I’m talking dripping down to her ass wet. My cock slides over her wet folds with ease, and I groan at the feel of her smooth lips against my dick. I’m fucking teasing myself as well as her here, but damn I could never get bored of playing with her pussy. Ezra has such a gorgeous snatch, waxed clean, pretty, plump, and pink—just glittering with juices ready to be fucking devoured.
I sit up on my knees, grab her hips, tugging them closer to me and lift her legs, pushing her knees to her chest, leaving her spread out for me. I fist my cock and slide it up and down her folds, paying extra attention to her inflamed pearl, rubbing the slit of my dick over her clit repeatedly.
Ezra moans, rocking her hips up to match my movement, the friction of the crown of my cock rubbing and patting over her again and again, bringing her closer to the edge. Her breathing quickens, and I know she’s close, so I continue to stroke, and her moans get louder, and she begins to quiver. “That’s it, Ezra, fuck yes, come for me. Bathe my cock with your come, pretty girl.” Ezra cries out as she goes over.
I lean over and greedily drink up her juices while she moans, her pussy pulsing, quivering each time my tongue touches her sensitive clit.
I lift my eyes and look her in the eyes as I suck her clit hard, and Ezra hisses, her back arches up off the bed, and her fingers fist the pillow above her head as I bring her to climax again—this time with my tongue.
I watch in enchantment as she comes apart again, toes curling, lip clamped between her teeth, and crying my name. Ezra falls back on the bed, panting breathlessly. I crawl up, drop a kiss on her lips before I roll on to my back beside her, and tuck my arm behind my head.
We lay there soundlessly in the dark for a couple of minutes to catch our breaths and wrap our heads around what the fuck just happened.
“What just happened?” I hear Ezra ask between breaths staring up at the ceiling. I look over at her and lick my lips.
“I believe we just hit third base.” Ezra shifts beside me. “That’s a talented tongue you got there, Quintero. I’m impressed.”
“I don’t understand…” She utters, stunned, and sits up, raking her fingers through her hair. “I was sleeping. How did we both end up half-naked and…humping.”
“Honestly, I don’t know who started it. You started rubbing yourself on my leg and then gave me one hell of a blow job, and things escalated from there.” I tell her and close my eyes. The bed shifts, and Ezra wraps a sheet around her bottom half, her voice laced with bewilderment.
“No way. I was dreaming. I couldn’t have.”
I sigh.
“Ezra, it’s just a case of sexsomnia. It happens. You were asleep, and you probably thought it was a dream. Hell, I was barely conscious for half of it.” I casually explain, stretching out.
“Sexsomnia? That’s actually a thing?”
“Yes. It’s kind of like sleepwalking. Instead of walking, you just get randy and have a sudden desire to have sex.” I explain with a yawn. “Can we go back to sleep now?” Ezra shakes her head and covers her face with her hands.
“Oh, my God.” She blanches. “I can’t believe this.” I frown and look over at her, not that I can see her in the darkness of the room, just about make out her silhouette.