“Mmmm…yes…your cock feels so good in my pussy…mmmm…” she moaned as she lightly kissed and bit and pulled at my shirt. It was amazing to me that she could be asleep and still go through all of this. My cock was ready to explode…and so, apparently, was she. “Mmmm…yes…God..yes…” Her body was trembling again, but differently than earlier in the day. I had never seen it before, but I’d read about it in books. She was about to have an orgasm. While asleep. Weird. And yet, so fucking cool! “God…mmmm…yes, baby…yes…YES…PAUL!” Her body quaked and her eyes flew open. She was looking right into my eyes as she came! I was completely amazed that I didn’t blow my wad right then and there. She then smiled sleepily and kissed me, snaking her tongue into my mouth, then nestled her head into my chest, silently sleeping again.
I didn’t know what to do. I was going crazy. My cock and balls ached. I needed to do something about it, but I couldn’t just whip it out right there in the middle of the living room and start jacking away. I gently slid out from beneath Annie and went into the bathroom. Once inside, I freed my cock from its constraints and wrapped my hand around it. God, it had never been this hard. I slowly began jacking my seven inches, leaning on the counter with my free hand. I didn’t need any fantasy to help me along this time – all I had to do was picture what I’d seen just a couple of minutes before. My mind kept flashing on her moans…her body trembling…her calling my name…the way she looked at me when she came. I was a goner. It wasn’t long before I blasted four thick ropes of cum across the bathroom mirror.
After I caught my breath, I pulled up my shorts and cleaned up the mirror, then went back into the living room. I watched Annie lying there on the couch, sleeping so peacefully…looking so beautiful. And for some strange reason, I felt like I was intruding, like I didn’t belong there. I know she’d had an intense sex dream, and probably about me (I thought it was about me…I didn’t know how many Pauls she knew) but I felt like an asshole – wanting her so much after what had happened to her today. I felt dirty – like I was as bad as my Uncle Frank. Worse, in fact – I was lusting after a woman who’d just almost been raped. I turned and headed for the door. As I opened it, the door squeaked loudly.
“Paul?” Shit, I woke her up. She sounded almost panicky. I closed the door and went back into the living room. Her face was a mixture of scared, panicked, and sleepy. And still beautiful.
“I’m here, Annie.”
“Do you have to go?” she asked. Was it just me, or did I detect disappointment in her voice?
“No, I don’t have to go. You were sleeping, so I thought…” I trailed off, not really knowing what to say.
“I know I’m being silly but I’m still a little scared.” she said, tears forming in her eyes. I went over to her and she stood up, wrapping her arms around me like she’d never let go. I held her to me, gently rocking and stroking her hair to comfort her.
“I’m not going anywhere I’m here as long as you need me, Annie.”