You’re really sleepy but Steve doesn’t care and won’t stop “messing” with you.
“Babe is that you?” You hear Steve calling from the bathroom as you stumble into your room.
“Mmm hmm,” you reply, not having the energy for a more verbal response.
You let out a weary sigh as you undress out of your work clothes and kick off your heels, not bothering to put anything in the hamper. Your feet are screaming and your exhausted body is sore all over. Your overworked brain is fried and frazzled and even your very soul feels drained.
It was a LONG ass day at work and your queen sized bed has never looked better. Choosing to wear just a simple camisole with your panties, you practically flop onto your bed. Laying on your side, you bring a leg up and slide your arms under your pillow. Thoroughly enjoying the calming feeling of your clean sheets, you practically melt into the bed and close your eyes.
Vaguely, you hear the bathroom door open and Steve’s approaching footsteps. You feel the bed dip behind you and his fingers run up the side of your body. Your eyes stay closed and you don’t bother saying anything. At that moment, you wanted nothing more than to drift into a deep sleep.
“Long day at work?” Steve asks, fingers going under your camisole to stroke your bare stomach. You grunt in reply. His fingers dip into the front of your panties as he presses his body against you, obviously aroused. You groan in protest and move to shift your hips away, despite the warmth his expert fingers are making you feel.
“Too...tired...” you mumble as you lazily roll onto your stomach. Steve removes his hand and places it up on your hip. You feel the bed shift slightly and his weight presses down on you. He brushes his lips along the back of your neck and nips your ear.
“You don’t have to do a thing. Just lay there” he whispers huskily as he slides your panties down. You sigh and bury your face into the pillow, willing your body to relax as he parts your legs.
Steve’s hand returns to your core, sliding along your wet slit and teasing your opening. You let out a muffled moan and raise your hips slightly, to give him more access. A small part of you wants him to get it over with but another part of you just wants to be filled by him.
“So tired and still so eager,” Steve muses as he slips a finger into you. You clench around him as his hand presses against your throbbing clit. He withdraws his hand and you bite back a whine. You hear the tell tell sound of his zipper and your thighs twitch in anticipation.
“You’re already so wet, I don’t even need to warm you up. My needy girl.” Steve drawls as he rubs his cock against your aching slit. You press your lips together, fingers digging into your pillow as he slowly thrusts into you. You bite the pillow to suppress your moans and arch your back slightly to help him reach deeper. His hands grasp your hips desperately as he sets a pace. His impressive dick filling every delightful spot inside of you. Your brain locked somewhere between blissful sleep and euphoria as your body hums with arousal.
“Fuck, even when you’re sleeping, you drive me wild,” Steve moans as he picks up the pace, fingers spreading your cheeks apart so he can watch himself penetrating you. You mewl sleepily as the friction of your bedding on your engorged clit , builds and builds. Steve’s animalistic thrusts are sending white flashes behind your closed lids. Your toes curl as the wave crests and sends you crashing further into your mattress. Lips parted in utter content. Steve thrusts once more with a loud groan and you feel him pulse inside you.
Panting, he leans down and kisses your shoulder. He slowly slips out and goes to the bathroom to grab a towel. When he returns, you’re already sleeping soundly. He smiles warmly as he cleans you up and pulls the blanket over you.
“Sweet dreams.”
@sherrybaby14
