It’s good. He’s happy. He’s comfortable… That’s all I care about.

Not my own bizarre anxiety, which doesn’t make any sense.

The night wears on. The movie ends and starts up again, on a loop, because that’s another part of the tradition, for everyone apparently, not just us.

I’m lulled into an easy state, my hands resting on Jesse’s shins once the drink is long empty, cup down on the floor. After a while, my eyelids begin to flutter, sleepiness overtaking me.

The last thing I remember is glancing at Jesse, to find him out cold, head lolling off to the side, his chest rising and falling in content breaths of slumber.

A soft smile graces my lips, and I lean back, succumbing to the sleep that steals me.

Warmth.

All I can feel is warm, everywhere.

A heat I didn’t have before has settled over my skin, something like a dream burning me right up.

Tightness clutches, and it takes several generous moments for me to realize it’s spreading from my gut up to my chest.

Starting in my loins.

Foggy and lost in my subconscious, a fantastic sensation washes over me. Tingles sweep through my limbs, settling below my waist.

Sex.

That’s what it feels like. A sex dream.

Lying back, I give in to the pleasure, my cock firm and my balls aching. It feels so fucking good, there’s no way this is real. I haven’t had something this nice in a while.

My eyes aren’t open, and I’m certain I’m deep in my own peaceful dreamland, the familiar warm wetness sliding up and down my dick. It only takes me another moment of fizzling desire to recognize it as a mouth.

I’m getting head in my dream. Awesome.

The tongue cradles my erection, stiff and pumped full of blood, soft lips and saliva coating me, sucking and sucking, at such a leisurely pace, it’s almost as if it’s barely happening at all. The mouth is just holding my cock, taking its time, and it feels divine.

Leslie? I want to ask, because who else would have my dick in their mouth?

But that assumption doesn’t feel accurate. It feels… different. Unlike anything Leslie did to me in our two years together.

So it must be a mystery woman, then. Sucking me off in my dream like a good little slut, taking me all the way back until my head nudges her throat.

“So good…” I whimper, dazed and enraptured by a thick cloud of arousal.

My hips flick, gradually, with the movements of the mouth, feeding my length between the softest lips ever created. That’s how I know it’s not real. No one has lips this plush. Like pillows of silk, working up and down my dick so slowly, it’s driving me insane.

“You teasing me, baby…?” My sleepy words fall out on an exhale of calm breath, fingers twitching at my sides with the need to hold her face and guide her.