One that you knew wouldn’t chafe your sun-burned skin.

Smiling now, instead of feeling the need to cry like a little boy, I moved on silent feet toward the bathroom.

I’d just flipped the switch nearest the shower on, giving me just enough light to do my business, when I heard it.

She mumbled something in her sleep, and I moved toward her.

“Love you,” she whispered again, so softly that I wasn’t sure if I’d heard her correctly.

“What, baby?” I asked quietly into the darkness.

If she wasn’t awake, I didn’t want to wake her.

But those words I’d thought I heard were life savers.

They sent a jolt of pleasure through my body, and I wanted to hear her say them again.

“Love you, Hancock,” she repeated, just as softly as before.

She wasn’t awake.

She sounded drugged out. Her speech was slurred, and her breathing was even and deep.

“I love you, too,” I whispered back.

She smiled making my heart warm.

Then she rolled over on the bed, closer to my side now than hers, and shifted.

Her leg went up and out, taking the blanket with her.

Her arms flailed, one going high above her head causing the t-shirt she was wearing to hike up, and the other went to her chest, her hand resting just underneath her breasts.

Her braless breasts.

I licked my lips, my mind focused solely on Sway now, and started walking toward her.

When I was close enough, I leaned over, planting my fists in the bed on either side of her chest.

She didn’t stir, her eyes closed tightly, and her breathing still deep and steady.

I studied her face with what little light the one I’d left on in the bathroom afforded me.

Her lashes lay across her upper cheeks, and her mouth was set in the cutest pout I had ever seen on someone who wasn’t a child.

Her beautiful hair was fanned around her head, spread out like she’d tossed and turned a lot in the last hour.

And she was hot.

She had a light sheen of sweat on her forehead, which explained why she didn’t have any covers over her body like she usually did when she slept.

Normally, she was so wrapped up in the comforter that I didn’t have a hope or a prayer to get it away from her.

Over the last couple of days that I’d been staying with her, sleeping with her and holding her at night, I’d resorted to a single sheet that was usually over my legs along with the comforter.

But I couldn’t find it in me to complain.

In fact, I quite liked it.

My eyes traveled down her body, zeroing in on her naked lower half.

Why aren’t you wearing panties, pretty girl? I wondered silently.

Of its own volition, my hand moved to her exposed thigh and then slowly up.

Her thighs were so smooth and milky that my roughened, tanned hand looked out of place next to it, reminding me that I should go to sleep and leave her alone. We’d all had a really long day. One I wanted to forget if it was possible to do so.

But then she moaned in her sleep, her thighs moving once again, and I couldn’t stop myself.

The moment her legs spread wider, almost beckoning me to her in her sleep, I made the move.

My hand went from being a little naughty to extremely naughty in about half a second.

The moment my fingers touched her juicy core, I growled low in my throat.

Watching her face for any signs of waking, I rubbed the pad of my thumb over her drenched pussy lips, being sure to catch her clit with each broad stroke.

My cock was now straining in my sweat pants, and I said a silent prayer of thanks that I’d decided to change into something more comfortable the moment we’d walked in the door.

Because now that I was here, touching Sway’s pussy, I found that I quite liked the naughtiness of what I was doing.

If she’d been awake, she’d be participating.

Not that that would be a bad thing, but right then, I liked that I could do what I wanted to her without her reactions battering at my control.

“Mmm,” she moaned in her sleep, legs opening even wider.

A grin kicked at the corner of my lips as I crawled up between her thighs, my mouth only inches from the sweetest pussy in the world.

“Sway?” I voiced, the words whispering against the lips of her sex.

She didn’t answer, and I moved forward, my cock pressing into the bed, and gave her one single lick from clit to anus.

She shivered but still didn’t wake.

“You taste so good,” I told her, even though she wasn’t awake to hear the words.

I thought that she needed to hear them. Every single time, in case she forgets how much her body makes mine react.

When she still didn’t move or react, I wedged my shoulder against her leg to keep it open fully, and brought my fingers up to the entrance of her sex.

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