Almost Asleep
“Whzzism?” Katie doesn’t speak in words. She’s too sleepy for that. When she feels her lover’s hand on her breast, lightly caressing the soft pink flesh up and down before tracing lazy circles around her nipple, the sensation registers in her barely-conscious brain, but she’s already too far along in her descent into slumber to rouse herself enough to ask what’s going on. She’s warm, she’s comfortable, and Ellie’s body presses up against hers so intimately and cozily that all she can really think to do is make a vague, interrogative grunt to confirm that she doesn’t need to wake up.
Ellie kisses her lightly on the collarbone in response. “You fell asleep reading,” she purrs gently, sliding Katie’s bra further out of the way to gain easier access to the semi-conscious woman’s full, sensitive breasts. “You’re asleep right now, in fact. You’re asleep, and you’re having the most wonderful dream.” It’s all the permission Katie’s exhausted brain needs to sink even deeper into relaxation, to drift into a hallucinatory fugue state where the hands caressing her tits belong to seductive nymphs and strange, beautiful monsters. She’s loosely aware of Ellie’s thigh creeping up to rest between her legs, pressing up against her labia and rubbing her through the thin fabric of her panties, but the near-dream transforms the pleasure into a blur of random and disjointed images. She’s riding a horse. She’s humping the arm of a sofa. She’s being fucked by a stranger. It all seems equally real now.
“You’re having a dream of being taken by your girlfriend, hypnotized in your bed on a sleepy Saturday afternoon and fucked into obedience,” Ellie says, and the words give Katie’s random fantasies something to latch onto. Her scattered, incoherent thoughts tug themselves towards Ellie’s descriptions like iron filings pulled into place by a magnet, arrowing towards a true north of mesmerized bliss under her girlfriend’s loving control. Katie’s brain skips and stutters through wave after wave of deja vu, unable to tell anymore whether the scenario that’s playing out only seems familiar, or whether Ellie’s played with her like this dozens of times. She’s too drowsy to figure it out, though. Her efforts to think simply collapse into pleasure.
Katie’s limbs feel too heavy to move, her body cataleptic with sleep, but she doesn’t need to do a thing. Ellie straddles her body and grinds against her pussy, scissoring the two of them together in ecstasy while Katie’s nipples surge with the sensation of a warm, wet tongue licking and suckling them into stiff, tingling bliss. “Deeper and wetter,” Ellie murmurs, her lips popping free of Katie’s tit. “More and more open. More and more mine.” Katie can feel the slickness between her thighs, soaking into her panties, making the thin fabric cling to her skin. She knows she’s approaching a climax. But she can do nothing either to resist it or speed it along.
“That’s my pretty girl,” Ellie coos, clearly seeing some sign of the impending release on Katie’s blank and drowsy face. “That’s my sweet little darling. You’re going to cum for me, aren’t you? You’re going to cum for me and sleep deeper and deeper still while I make you mine.” Katie wants to nod so badly. Being taken when she’s so close to unconsciousness is one of her favorite fantasies, one she loves to play out with Ellie whenever they have the chance. But her head is too heavy, and the bed is too warm and soft. The only motion she’s capable of is a shudder of ecstasy. And as Ellie’s efforts make her cum at last, she demonstrates her pleasure in the only way remaining to her now.
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