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My head bobbed up and down and I took a risk and went a little faster. From my vantage point I could see his testicles tightening in his pants. My free hand snuck into the unbuttoned slit in the crotch of his pajamas and gently squeezed his balls between my fingers. I rolled them around, stroked him, pressed my lips tightly around his shaft and moved my head up and down.

I heard a whisper. “Jessika…”

I froze mid stroke, lips wrapped around his cock and my hand holding his balls. Nothing more, though, just the quiet whisper. He lay there, unmoving, and I realized he must be dreaming. Still asleep, relaxed, but dreaming and faintly whispering my name. Did he dream of me? The idea excited me.

I returned to what I was doing, focusing on him entirely. He tensed and flexed in my grip while his legs twitched slightly every so often. I thought he would surely wake up, but I didn’t care. I would do this thing, finish it off, and then act as if nothing had happened. There were sleep walkers, right? Maybe this is what I did in my sleep. It was a medical problem, I would tell him. He couldn’t hold it against me if I said that, right?

He was close. I could feel it, feel his balls tightening and moving closer to the center of his body. His cock tightened even more. His heartbeat pounded through his stiff rod, radiating bright heat. I grew sloppy in my haste. I stroked him quicker, trying to urge him towards climax, but still careful so that I didn’t wake him. This was, I reaffirmed, a terrible idea, but a necessity, too. I needed this so badly, and by the looks of it, Asher did, also.

Asher’s cock jerked in my hand and in my mouth and in a matter of seconds he came. Strong, urgent jets of cum splashed against the back of my throat. Over and over, nearly nonstop, and he didn’t seem like he was going to soften any time soon. I continued to stroke him. He squirmed on the couch, clearly feeling it, but still in some lucid state of dreaming.

Once he finished his climax, I realized I hadn’t quite prepared for this. What exactly was I supposed to do now? Stop, of course, and ease his softening cock back into his pants and redo the button, but then what? What did I do with the cum in my mouth? I’d never swallowed before, and I hadn’t even given many men a blowjob either, but I didn’t have much choice now, did I? I could get up, hope I didn’t wake him, and spit it out, or swallow it and lay here like nothing ever happened.

I decided to swallow. Asher was moving around now, somewhat restless, and I thought if I got up he’d realize his dream was a little more than that and he would do something. My random idea that I could play it off as part of a sleeping issue now seemed ridiculous and absurd. Who would ever believe that? Did I really think I could fool anyone with that line? Especially someone like Asher Landseer?

No, probably not, so I swallowed his seed and fixed his pants and scooted up so I lay right next to him. Quiet, nervous, I lay there and waited to see if he would wake up. A minute passed, and another. Maybe more, maybe an hour, but I continued to lay there, thinking I’d give myself away at any moment and he’d punish me(and not in a good way).

He never did, though. He moved, yes, but only to wrap his arm around me in his sleep. No conscious effort to it, I thought, just something he did. I nestled against his chest, smelling him. He smelled faintly of citrus, like a glass of water with a wedge of lemon, and a hint of baby powder. Closing my eyes, I took in his scent, finding it relaxing. His strong arm held me tight. I put my own arm across his stomach and closed my eyes.



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When I woke up in the morning, Asher was staring at me. He had this strange, curious look in his eyes like he didn’t know what to do with me. I lay there, contented, with his arm wrapped around me and my arm draped over his chest. I yawned and blinked and rubbed my eyes and then I realized where I was and what exactly I was doing.

I startled and went straight to apologizing.

“Oh,” I said. “I’m so sorry. Um. It was cold last night and I was tired and a little out of it, so…”

He gave me a lazy smile, scrunching his eyes, scrutinizing me. I don’t think he believed a word I said. “It’s alright. Did you get up to get a snack?” he asked.

“Huh? No. Why?”

“You’ve got something… right… there.” He tapped his finger just below my lower lip and wiped it to the side.

I blushed, in a panic. My God! Really now? Not only was this embarrassing, but it was… it was…

“If you were hungry, it’s fine,” he said. “I don’t mind. Maybe it was sleep eating? I’ve heard of that before.” His tone of voice was completely unconvinced that this was a real thing, but I appreciated him favoring me.