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nuzzling against my erect member. I push forward and feel the warm, wet sponginess of Marie’s folds against me.
    I’m guessing my five minute nap turned into a coma.
    Grey light spills in through the blinds that cover the large window. The clock on the nightstand tells me it’s almost five thirty in the morning. I’m practically sprawled out on top of Marie who is fast asleep on her stomach. My dick has decided to escape the confines of my boxers and is seeking her wet core. I don’t blame it, so fucking warm. So fucking wet. I almost forgot she didn’t wear panties last night and I’m happy she clearly felt no need to put some on before climbing in bed with me.
    Awesome.
    I move over her and press my hips into her soft ass cheeks, my cock twitches as it rubs against her bare lips before slipping between them. Shit.
    “Wake up babe,” I say and kiss the curve of her shoulder before pressing against her again. She doesn’t stir and I’m starting to feel like a pervert but her delectable body is far too much for a mere man like myself to resist. “Babe?” I drop my head to hers so I feel her warm breath from her squished lips against my cheek.
    My hips press against her again, and again until my length reaches its full potential. One of my hands slips under her naval before traveling down and finding her clit. She’s drenched, I have no control left. My mind looks back on our little happening in the cab, on the way back to her place.
    Groan. Now I’m really fucking horny.
    “Babe,” I practically plead as I press my chest to her back and hump her again. There’s no way I can resist now. I have to have her. “Wake up. Marie.” She doesn’t even flinch. Shit.
    Cells sing in my body as I grind against her, promising myself not to take this creepy event any further than it’s already gone. She’s sleeping, I should make more of an effort to wake her up but she might stop me and I need release. Marie likes control, she likes to take charge, so I don’t think she’ll like the fact I’m working myself to orgasm with her sleeping body.
    I keep telling myself I’m going to stop soon, but part of me knows I’m lying my ass off.
    Stop?
    How can I stop when her wet pussy calls to me so eagerly? Even in her sleep she’s wet and ready just for me.
    With a shake of my head I pull back until I’m on my calves and bite my lower lip. Then I raise my hand and hit her right ass cheek with my palm. She grunts but doesn’t wake.
    Crazy. This shit is crazy. I chew my lip even more as I grab a pillow from under her head and carefully slip it under her hips to raise her ass a little bit more. O nly so I can sink into her easily.
    “Marie,” I beg and shake her arm. Nothing. I’m not even trying hard to wake her up. This is so wrong.
    What makes this fucked up situation worse is the fact I’ve shuffled closer to her and the head of my dick is sliding inside her tight channel. I stop after the head pops in and grip myself with my hand. No, I’m not going to violate her like this. I’ll just jerk myself off.
    So with one hand teasing her clit I violently pump myself, the head of me still in her core. The rest of me being stroked by my own hand. She moans, I groan. Then she shifts in her slumber and more of me sinks into her. Christ.
    “Marie baby,” I pant. “I really need you to wake up now.”
    My hand furiously works at myself but it’s not enough, I lose my inner battle, or maybe I win… I can’t be certain. Repositioning my body so my chest is against her back, I bury my face into her hair and slam home.
     
Marie
     
    “Fuck,” is a word said deeply around a groan as I feel somethin g thick, swollen and rock hard sink into me from behind. “Fuck baby I’m sorry.” I blink myself awake as fingers squeeze my clit and hips slam frantically into me from behind. The front of my hips are propped up on a pillow.
    My insides quiver and burn as his hand torments my sensitive nub and his cock pistons in and out