Tori didn't know why she woke up at three in the morning. Maybe it was the anxiety. She hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, either. She stirred in bed and attempted to roll over to the other side of it before being startled by the large body next to hers. For a moment her heart raced and she had to stop herself from gasping out loud. Her confusion only lasted a moment before she exhaled slowly and let comfort soothe her. She pressed backward gently against Matthew's body and let his warmth wash over her before grumbling contentedly.
Then she grumbled again. This time it was out of annoyance. There was something to be said for the relief of finally having Matthew in bed next to her. She had been waiting months for this feeling. Months that were, in her opinion, months too long. Still, the fact that Matthew seemed to have been content enough to fall asleep so soundly after only two nights of passion annoyed her.
She listened to the sound of his snoring. It annoyed her, as obnoxious as it was buy Tori was too in love at the moment to care. Matthew was also too large and too high-handed with his application of flat palm to her backside to bother making a fuss over it - not that she was the type to mind.
She groaned again and pushed her backside against his hip, pouting as she got not response. After a few minutes of gratuitous wiggling and high pitched pseudo-moaning, she accepted defeat and sat up in bed.
There was a pleasant soreness between her legs. Matthew was somewhat responsible for it but it was mostly her eagerness to please and her assertion that any challenge could be accommodated with enough effort and K-Y brand lubricating jelly. She pouted and considered smacking Matthew across his smug, sexy face but settled on laying on his chest instead.
He was warm and she liked that. His breathing also made his chest rumble a bit, especially when he snored. She decided it wasn't all bad and began to draw little circles on his skin while matching his heartbeat. She felt relaxed and noted that it was the first time she had been able to appreciate him while he was at rest. She had, in fact, noticed that despite his dominant, assertive attitude, Matthew's heart raced when he was with her. Even in the midsts of asserting his control, with his voice smooth and even, she could feel it beating against his chest powerfully. Now, as he slept, his heartbeat was slow and powerful. At least the old man wasn't going to give out any time soon. That made her happy as she trailed her finger down over his belly.
It didn't take long for Tori's stimulation to get a reaction from him, even as he slept. She played with his belly, lingering at the patch of skin below his navel before curiously moving her hand lower. Adjusted to the darkness, her eyes could just barely make out the stiffening bulge in his boxers and she was glad that the warmth of the late Summer encouraged them to sleep without covers. She half expected his hand to fly to her wrist and stop her but Matthew seemed sound asleep. Sound enough at least for her to slip her hand under the elastic waistband and wrap her fingers around his cock.
Tori bit her lip. The warmth of it or, perhaps, the uncharacteristic naughtiness of the situation excited her. She was never this assertive, though the certainly liked pretending she was. She stroked him while glancing towards his face. She couldn't tell if his quickening heartbeat meant he was awake, or perhaps just excited. She wondered if what she was doing influenced his dreams and, as she did, his hips bucked involuntarily, as though to answer her question. At least she was giving him pleasant dreams.
Her brow furrowed.
He better had been dreaming about her. She smiled and planted a kiss against his skin, feeling the warmth against her lips. The night temperature had made Matthew sweat a little in his sleep. Or, perhaps, it was Tori pressing herself against him. Whichever came first. Still, she liked it. She liked the taste of him. She liked his scent. She liked the way his breathing made his chest rise and fall, creating a rhythm for her to move her lip lower as she clumsily tried to free his cock from what she thought must have been quite restrictive and uncomfortable pair of undergarments.
She gave up on subtlety a few moments later. If Matthew woke, she was sure he wouldn't be that mad at her for being a bit adventurous with his body. At least she hoped.
Still, his manhood was now laid against his lower belly and she was somewhat satisfied just to look at it. She trailed her finger along the underside of his shaft and shot a glance up towards his sleeping face. She somehow suspected that he was awake and lifted her head to get a closer look.
In the darkness, Matthew looked a lot younger than he really was. He did have some boyish features still and she didn't particularly like that. She let it slide, though. She poked at his cheek where his dimples would show up when he laughed. He laughed a lot and that she liked. He didn't respond to her prodding and she determined he was a heavy sleeper. She pulled on his beard a little for good measure and that made him grumble and turn away. For a moment Tori thought she was in trouble and she laid her head against his chest again and looked down towards his cock.
Right. She wouldn't be able to explain that.
Matthew resumed snoring a moment later and she knew she was in the clear. Her brow furrowed again. She kinda wanted him to wake up and fuck her. She was certainly too sore and would put up a bit of a fight but she was horny. Hell, she hadn't been not-horny since he showed up.
She looked at his cock again and bit her lip as she moved her fingers down between her own legs. Her own warmth comforted her, though it was a warmth she knew quite well. She was wet, as usual, and she winced as she confirmed that was, in fact, still quite sore. She grumbled again, hoping and not-hoping that Matthew would wake up and take advantage of her horniness. She sighed and pressed her thighs together, making her core ache even more. She might admit she was disappointed and upset if she wasn't self-aware enough to know she was being ridiculous.
She pouted. Again.
Matthew shifted and his cock wandered away from Tori for a second. She sat up before moving to her knees. She bit her lip again and glanced at his sleeping face before taking him in her hand. She hadn't put much thought into what she was doing but being on her knees - legs crossed at her ankles - as she leaned over Matthew's midriff wasn't the sort of position she wanted to be found in after having made any sort of plan.
She took him in her mouth and attempted to coax his cock into a full erection. She wasn't used to having Matthew's, or anyone's, cock in her mouth without getting obvious feedback one way or another. She was, however, confident in her abilities and proceeded to go through the motions until her jaw was parted uncomfortably. Matthew groaned and bucked his hips more the harder he got and Tori didn't pretend she wasn't turned on by the effect she was having on him. His hand was on her calf and moved up the back of her thigh. She didn't know at what point he had woken up, but his fingers toying with her pantyline was enough to let her know she should get a bit more enthusiastic with what her mouth was doing.
Warmth and saltiness filled her mouth as Tori serviced him. She was ashamed to have been discovered in this position and secretly cursed herself for not thinking things through but, at this point, the only course of action seemed to be going forward or, in Tori's case, deeper. Until Matthew was prodding the back of her throat and making her eyes water.
She could feel his fingers, curious and deliberate as they probed between her legs and slid over her swollen and sensitive inner lips. She whined and pulled away from Matthew's touch, resulting on a swift smack on her backside. It was enough to make her insides clench. When he returned his fingers to her slit, he would find it significantly more slick than it was before. She wished he would get off his lazy ass and fuck her already but the way his hand moved over her hip and up the side of her body let her know that he had something else in mind. By the time he took hold of the back of her neck, she had resigned herself to being frustrated.
That was fine, she supposed.