I start to pull it away, but she tightens her thighs around me and moans again. Then she rubs her pussy on my hand, sliding her bare lips over the edge of my palm, up and down. She mumbles something unintelligible. She’s definitely asleep, I’m awake, and this is wrong, but fuck me it is so hot.

She needs to wake up. Or I need to move my hand.

Her legs open a little, and she moves onto her back, so I take the chance and move my hand.

“Carolina? Princess?”

One arm goes up over her head, but the other slides down her body, taking the sheet with her. Then she presses her hand right against her pussy. It’s dark in the room, but I left the bathroom light on and the door ajar, so I can see enough. She rubs herself, and her breathing quickens as she says something, and her head moves from side to side. Then she stops.

Damn. I realize I’ve been holding my breath. Christ, my dick is so hard. I touch myself and almost hiss at how sensitive I am. The head is already leaking. The whole room smells of sex, of us, and now her pussy is all wet and ready again, and the scent is heady as fuck.

“Mmmmm.” She moans, and her hand presses down again. She starts to move her hips, her hand still, but her lower body moving. Then she stops again.

The woman needs relief.

“Hey, Carolina.” I shake her.

“What? Shit. Erm, hey. What’s up?”

I almost reply with the cheesy line, I am, but bite it back.

“You were dreaming.”

“I was?”

Then she looks down at herself and gives a dismayed gasp, moving her hand as if her pussy is on fire.

I grab it and still her movement. “Don’t stop,” I say, my voice as hoarse as if I’ve gone out for the night and had ten Jim Beam’s and a pack of Lucky Stripes.

“I’m so embarrassed,” she cries.

“Don’t be. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Here, your poor pussy needs you. You have to soothe it. Make it feel good.”

I guide her hand back down, and she starts to rub herself again, her eyes closing.

“That’s it, good girl.”

My hand goes to my dick, and I stroke up my length.

This is so fucking hot, but I want to see more clearly.

I pause and flick the bedside light on. It illuminates what she’s doing so perfectly.

Her eyes shoot open, but I put my hand over them, closing the lids gently.

“Just feel. Don’t think or worry. You’re so beautiful like this.”