I closed my eyes tight and held my breath as I stroked along the length of him, my thumb rubbing his tip gently. I wasn't sure what he'd do if he woke up, but apparently I was willing to find out. I could feel him growing more in my hand as I stroked him.

I pressed my thighs together as my insides started to flood with arousal. I slipped my warm fingers through the slit and wrapped my hand around him, squeezing lightly. I could feel him throbbing in my hand. His breathing hadn't changed yet, he appeared to be asleep still.

I stroked him a couple more times and then abandoned it for his hand. I pulled his hand slowly, softly until it was resting on the tank top's arm hole that was barely covering my breast. I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip hard to keep from moaning, his hand, so rough and warm was like ...heaven against my sensitive skin. Sparkling erotic heaven. I felt his hardness pressing against my backside and felt it throbbing as if it wanted out of the boxers. His breathing was unchanged.

I cupped the back of his hand and squeezed so that his hand squeezed my breast and then I reached back between us again, rolling forward a little so I could get my hand around him. I groaned and then bit my lip harder, punishing myself for being vocal. I felt him shift, but he only pushed his hips forward so his dick pressed against my ass with my hand still gripping it. My hand froze while I waited to see if he'd awaken. His breathing went back to being steady once more.

I slipped from the bed slowly and then crawled back on it, next to him without the barrier of the covers between us. I closed my eyes as I put his arm back on my breast. And bit back another groan as I thrust my ass back against him.

I heard him in his sleep. Heard the little moan, but the breathing was still the same. I felt his hips starting to move in his sleep. He was so hard and throbbing.

I wasn't going to stop now, couldn’t, even if I wanted to. I continued to rub him with my ass, clenching my thighs together as the dampness started to penetrate my jeans.

Another little moan came from Kent. I felt the little pulse of his hand closing and re-opening against my breast.

I moved my hand to the base of his head, my fingers threading into his dark hair. "Kent..." I moaned. He didn't stir, but moaned softly again. How far would it go before he woke up?