I wake up slowly, not sure what has woken me. The last I remember is falling asleep with you spooning me, wrapping your arms around me. Now one arm is still around me, but the other has gone.
As I start to become more alert, I realise that the arm still around me is now underneath the t-shirt that I wore to bed. Your hand is cupping my breast, holding it gently, and your thumb is running softly across my nipple, back and forth, back and forth. I can feel it has hardened under your touch, and a gentle brush sends a twitch of excitement straight down to my pussy.
You suddenly whisper to me "babe? Are you awake?" I'm about to reply, but something mischievous in me tells me not to. Instead I keep quiet, trying to keep my breathing slow and even. Not an easy feat when you are so good at turning me on.
I feel movement on my hip, and realise the other arm that was around me is now resting there, and your hand has started to slide down towards my pussy. I'm lying partially on my front, with my legs sprawled apart, so I know if it wasn't dark you would be able to see my pussy peeking out between my thighs.
You don't need light though. Your hand moves unerringly to the right spot, one fingertip making contact with my pussy lips. You start gently stroking along them, up and down, and it takes everything in me not to moan, or squirm around so your finger makes better contact. Up and down. Up and down. It is so frustrating, but so arousing, and I have no doubt that I am already soaking wet.
"How about now?" Your voice startles me, but somehow I stop myself from jumping. "Are you awake now?"
A pause while you wait for a response, followed by a chuckle. I'm pretty sure you know I'm actually awake, but neither of us wants to be the one to break the pretence. You know I've often fantasised about being fucked in my sleep, so you know even if I AM still sleeping, you've got the green light to proceed.
Your finger, which is still stroking feather light touches along my pussy lips, suddenly pushes a little harder, and your fingers slides between the lips to the pink wetness inside.
"Fuck," I hear you mutter, "even in your sleep you're so wet for me baby."
Your finger continues that frustrating slide back and forth, but now you are gently bumping my clit with each movement to the left, and grazing my opening with your fingertip as you move to the right. Your breathing speeds up and I struggle to stop mine doing the same. It's so hard not to push back against you and beg for more. But pretending to be asleep is really arousing me, so I force myself to lie still and breathe slowly and deeply, when really I want to be moaning in pleasure.
Without warning, your finger pushes deep inside me, as far as it can go, and starts pumping. I can hear the squelching noises it makes moving around in my wetness, and I can't stop my pussy muscles from involuntarily clenching around it for a second.
A pause, and then "are you awake now babe? I don't think your pussy would clamp onto my finger if you weren't aware of what I was doing. No, still nothing? Well OK then..."