As the sun attempted to steal through the drawn curtains, my brain had a similar struggle reaching for consciousness. I was caught in that dreamy haze between sleep and awake, and the cozy snuggle of my fuzzy blanket soothed me back towards the healing slumber of a Saturday morning. Seriously, there is nothing better than sleeping late on my day off. I tumbled back towards dreamland. The covers seemed alive, caressing my body warmth and affection.  I wrapped myself tighter in the loving sheets, enjoying the heat and weight of them on my body. It seemed as though the edge of the fabric stroked my neck as I lay contentedly between worlds. While heavier folds moved affectionately over my body’s curves.

 The rumpled material transformed instead of comforting yet inanimate sheets. Suddenly, I recognized a distinctly human touch. Him… I guessed, at least. I couldn’t be sure what was real and what was still dreamy imaginings. Honestly,  it didn’t matter. Truly, I didn’t care. Responding to his gentle embrace, and amorous fondling, I tried to speak. But all that came out was a soft moan of enthusiastic sleepy consent.  He moved closer then, spooning my naked body from behind with his as I enjoyed the sensations, including being unable to distinguish between sleepy reality or steamy dream. Combined with the lapping of the warm, weighty duvet surrounding us, his hands slowly roaming my body completed the enveloping of bliss.  

If I was sleeping and dreaming I did not want to wake up.

His fingers, so familiar, so welcome, trekked their familiar journey. Fingertips softly kissed my shoulder, followed by his lips. I felt his hot breath against my neck as we parted spoons. Slowly, his nails graze downwards, over my ribcage, towards the narrowing of my waist. Then, traveling uphill over the generous curve of my hip.  The slight tickle and sensory thrills of his fingers’ pilgrimage didn’t jolt me completely awake. But, I was not completely asleep anymore. Desire ignited, and I shuffled my body back towards him. Hungrily, seeking his body –the warmth, the connection. I heard him moan ever so softly close to my ear as my bottom softly brushed against his previously secret erection.  

Of course, his moan turned to a determined grunt as those well-traveled fingers pushed my hip forwards. Index and middle finger expertly sought out the slippery wetness his attentions had generated so far. My breaths turned ragged and heavy as he slid a finger inside me. Slowly, probing, spreading, and preparing me. Then, another finger slid in. Opening me up and finger fucking me. My nipples were hard against the covers. Simultaneously, his other arm slipped down underneath me. Seeking my hard pink nipples to complete the sinful encircling. At least, if I was going to be forced to be awake I would be woken up to an amazing orgasm I thought.

To be honest, if you are going to wake me you better have either a tall hot cup of coffee or a very hard erection for me.

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