As I relax, my body grows heavier.
My eyes do, too.
Sleep starts to pull me under.
I tell myself to stay awake, that no matter how comfy I am, I can’t fall asleep on him. If I’m that tired, I should tell him to leave, but…
I don’t want him to leave, not yet.
I close my eyes, just for a minute.
I only need to rest them. Once I get my second wind, then we can start talking again.
Chapter seventeen
Dare
Dare, stop.
Her cry whispers across my memory, making my cock feel like a rod of steel trapped inside my pants.
I scared the living shit out of her, but she’s still lying here snuggled up with me, letting me stroke her hair and caress her arm.
I love that she admitted it, too. She didn’t pretend to be unbothered. Fear danced in her pretty blue eyes as I touched her, kissed her, held my hand over her mouth and left my mark on her soft skin.
Fuck, I liked that.
It was a lot for her. Whether or not she’s a virgin like Anae thought, she definitely hasn’t gone a single round with a guy like me.
Her response tells me a lot, though. She didn’t launch off the bed the moment she could have, cussing me out and telling me to get the hell out of her house. If she had the stubborn personality I thought she might have that first night, she probably would have.
But no, my mermaid is soft beneath her scales. Life hasn’t been easy on her, and she doesn’t have a soul to support her as she shoulders burdens no one our age should have to shoulder alone.
That would be enough to toughen anyone up. I’m glad I found her before it got much worse.
Now, she needs to be trained to suit my needs.
I won’t be as hard on her as life has been.
Or maybe I will, just in different ways.
She has been still and quiet for so long, I wonder if she’s still awake. I stop stroking her hair and shift her weight to look at her face. Sure enough, she’s asleep.
She’s so vulnerable in her sleep.
I watch her face for a moment to make sure she stays asleep, then I slide my hand up under her tank top. Her tits are so fucking soft, I can’t get enough of touching them. I watch her face as I gently squeeze and caress her flesh.
She must be tired or a heavy sleeper because she doesn’t wake up.
Even though she’s asleep, her body knows it’s being played with. Her nipple beads, pressing against my palm in a bid for attention.
My cock strains against the fabric of my jeans. I let go of her tit just long enough to reach down and unzip it. Once I’ve relieved some of the discomfort, I put my hand back, careful not to wake her.
There’s something intensely arousing about playing with her vulnerable body when she doesn’t know I’m doing it.
She fits perfectly curled against me, her knee over my thigh. I palm her tit and replay the sounds of her moaning on the phone last night in my head, knowing if she were awake—and not being such a pain in the ass about Anae—that’s what I’d hear right now.
I think about undressing her, kissing my way down her stomach, licking that pussy I know is already wet for me. I think about plunging my cock into her—she’d wake up, but then what? It would be too late to stop me. Would she just let me keep going, or would she fight me?
I replay that first night by my pool, the way she squirmed and struggled to get away from me. The way my cock reacted.
I eye the little swatch of skin exposed between the hem of her tank top and the top of her sleep shorts. I move my hand down her belly, pushing my fingers past the band of her shorts, but stopping to trace the waistband of her panties across her soft skin.
I glance at her face.
Still asleep.
I’m curious just how heavily she sleeps, how much I could get away with, but I don’t know if I should take it that far tonight. Actually, I know I shouldn’t, but…
I slide my fingers beneath her panties, my cock aching as my fingertips graze her warm skin. I keep my gaze trained on her face as I touch her. With her knee thrown over mine the way it is, her legs are spread enough to cover her pussy with my whole palm. She’s still asleep, but as I lightly drag my fingertip across her hot little slit, she stirs.
I stop moving until I’m sure she’s not fully awake. I give her a moment to fall back into a deeper sleep, then I rub at her opening until I can slip my finger inside her.