Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 72427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
The sheet was bunched up around his cock, which was now resting on his other thigh—the one closest to me.
Sadly, the way the sheet was bunched, I couldn’t see his cock as clearly as I’d been able to previously.
But, saying that, I could definitely tell that it was no longer in a soft state.
It was now semi-hard and bulging out despite the fabric bunched up around his waist.
My fingers practically itched to touch it, but again, it wouldn’t be very nice of me to wake him up.
Especially not since I knew he had a long run coming in the morning which he would be getting up quite early for.
I looked over at the clock and winced when I saw the time.
It was half-past three, and Lock had to wake up at four-thirty.
No, I wouldn’t be touching him again.
But that didn’t mean that I couldn’t touch myself.
Or that I couldn’t look at him while I did so.
With the sheet already down around his waist, it took almost nothing to pull it a little further down, exposing the once again soft flesh that was beneath.
I couldn’t stop myself from dragging my finger once again along the length of it, grinning slightly when I saw it start to fill with blood despite its owner’s unconsciousness.
Stepping back, I found myself going to the recliner that Lock sat in most nights after he got off shift.
But instead of turning it around to face the television, I completely turned it half a circle and placed the chair where I could see the bed perfectly.
I was about six feet away from him when I took my seat, and I was glad that the angle of the chair made it to where I could see the complete length of Lock’s body.
I immediately stood back up and lost my sleep pants and my panties, kicking them into the vicinity of the bathroom.
When I regained my seat, I threw both legs over the arms of the chair and leaned back until I was comfortable.
Then I started to slowly circle my clit as I watched Lock sleep.
Watched his cock—which hadn’t gone down in the slightest.
I let my eyes trail all along his body, taking him in, letting my eyes linger on my most favorite parts.
My eyes flicked up to his face, and I was disappointed that he wasn’t awake all of a sudden.
Though it felt good touching myself, it wasn’t nearly the same as when he touched me.
It was a difference between a fire in a fireplace and a forest fire.
One was controlled and easily put out. But the other was wild, uncontained and nearly impossible to stop once it got going.
That was what Lock did to me—made me feel uncontained.
It was a heady feeling, one that I loved.
One that I took for granted obviously.
Because touching myself just wasn’t good enough.
And now that I’d gone and worked myself up as well as I had, I couldn’t not wake him up.
I had to have him—have his cock.
Otherwise my day at work would be miserable.
Sitting up now and divesting myself of the only thing left on my body—Lock’s shirt—I made my way to the bed.
I could feel my slickness on my thighs as I walked, and that only turned me on all the more.
I got back onto my side of the bed and quickly shuffled under the covers.
What I did not do was recover Lock.
Instead I scooted closer to his side.
He automatically adjusted his body when I got closer, moving his body so that I was touching him from shoulder to knee.
I moved even closer until my naked body was pressed up against his, then readjusted the blanket to suit my needs. Keeping myself mostly covered while keeping him mostly uncovered.
Then I let my fingers drift over his body, touching his nipples and running along his abs.
His breath hitched once, but otherwise he stayed asleep, breathing easy.
Keeping an eye on his face as I moved my hand, I slowly curled it around his shaft and squeezed.
A groan left his body and he moved, his legs spreading wider while his arms moved down.
One went absently around my body while the other came down to rest on the bed beside his big body.
The sheet was now down around his knees and doing nothing to shield him from my gaze any longer.
I reluctantly pried my eyes away from Lock’s face and allowed my gaze to sweep over him as I slowly worked my hand up and down the length of his cock.
It hadn’t taken much for him to get hard once my hand was on him, but I still worked him slowly, trying to keep him asleep for some reason.
I worked him in slow, soft strokes, moving my hand so slowly that my entire arm ached with the machinations.
At one point, I had no other choice but to let him go or my arm would fall off.