I woke up hard as fuck next to her, the sheets tangled around my legs and the room still dark. Sarah was on her back, breathing slow and deep, one arm flung over her head. Her tank top had ridden up, exposing the soft curve of her belly and the edge of her panties. We’d talked about this before—how she got off on the idea of me using her while she was out—but talking about it and actually doing it felt different in the quiet.
I slid down the bed carefully, trying not to shake the mattress. Her legs were slightly parted already.
I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her panties and eased them down her thighs, slow enough that she didn’t stir. The fabric slipped off her ankles and I dropped it on the floor. Her pussy was right there, smooth and warm, the lips closed but already a little flushed from sleep.
I lowered my face between her thighs and breathed her in. She smelled clean and faintly sweet. My tongue came out and I licked a long, flat stripe from the bottom of her slit up to her clit. She didn’t move. I did it again, slower, pressing harder this time, parting her folds. The taste of her hit my tongue and my cock throbbed against the mattress.
I settled in, shoulders pushing her thighs wider. My hands slid under her ass, lifting her just enough so I could get my mouth sealed over her. I sucked gently on her outer lips, then pushed my tongue inside, fucking her with it in lazy strokes. She was starting to get wet, her body reacting even though her mind was still gone. I licked up to her clit and circled it, soft at first, then firmer, flicking the tip of my tongue the way I knew drove her crazy when she was awake.
A tiny sound escaped her—half sigh, half moan—but her eyes stayed closed. I kept going, sucking her clit between my lips and humming low so the vibration traveled through her. Her hips twitched once, then settled. I slipped two fingers into her pussy while I worked her clit, feeling how tight and hot she was inside. She was dripping now, slick coating my fingers and chin.
I pumped my fingers slow and steady, curling them on every pull, while my tongue stayed busy on her swollen clit. Her breathing changed, coming a little faster. Her thighs tensed around my head for a second, then relaxed again. I didn’t stop. I licked and sucked and fingered her like I had all night, because in that moment I did. The wet sounds were loud in the quiet room—slurping, sucking, the soft squelch of my fingers moving in and out of her.
Her hand moved, fingers flexing against the sheet, but she didn’t wake up. I pressed my face in harder, nose against her mound, tongue working her clit in tight circles while my fingers fucked her deeper. She was so wet my hand was soaked. I added a third finger, stretching her, and she let out a low, unconscious whimper that went straight to my dick.
I kept at it, relentless and quiet, eating her pussy like it was the only thing that mattered. Her hips started rolling in tiny movements, pushing against my mouth even in her sleep. I sucked her clit harder, flicking it fast with my tongue, and felt her pussy clamp down on my fingers. She came with a broken little gasp, her whole body shuddering once, thighs squeezing my head. I didn’t pull back. I licked her through it, softer now, drinking her up while she pulsed around my fingers.
When the tremors faded I eased my fingers out and licked them clean, then gave her one last slow, gentle lap from bottom to top. She was still out, breathing deep again, a faint smile on her lips. I wiped my mouth on the sheet, crawled back up beside her, and pulled the covers over us both. My cock was aching, but I could wait. Watching her sleep, knowing what I’d just done to her, was enough for now.
