As James laid awake in bed, slumber nowhere near close for him, he found his thoughts once more going to Breanne. He knew it had to be bordering on obsessive, but truthfully he simply could not help it. He found himself thinking about the sexy little moans she gave when he used his tongue on her...how good it felt to have her legs wrapped tightly around his waist while buried in her...how sweet she always smelled, and how soft her hair felt in his hands...he gritted his teeth when his pants began to grow uncomfortably tight from the images in his head. He knew there was only one way to cure the burning desire coursing through his veins, and slipping out of bed, he planned to do just that...
As Breanne came out of a deep sleep, she found herself confused as to why she was awake. When she moved her leg, she immediately froze when she felt someone in bed with her. Her heart beat wildly in her chest when she felt masculine hands caressing her thighs, and when she caught a whiff of their cologne she realized it was only James. She gave a small grumble of disapproval when he flung the cover back and off of her, but she quickly forgot about this when he slowly pulled her shorts down her legs, and carelessly discarded the offensive piece of clothing behind them on the floor. A lazy smile spread across her lips when she felt kisses being scattered along her cheek and hip, and she bit her lip when his hands gently but firmly pried her thighs apart. He ran his hands along her bared ass, giving a quick slap to one of her cheeks, and before she could react he grasped her thighs to lift her ass in the air, burying his face in her as his tongue came in contact with her clit. She cried out in surprise at this, biting down on her pillow as his skillful tongue quickly brought her spiraling higher and higher. She pressed back into his assault, riding his face in a desperate attempt for more friction. She whimpered when he pulled back, unhappy with the lack of contact, but let out a mewl of approval when he started placing hot, wet kisses along her inner thighs. She gave a squeal of laughter when he playfully bit her cheek, her laughter quickly morphing into a moan as he went back to ravishing her aching clit.
"James," she gasped, once more moaning into her pillow when she felt that familiar tingle. When he lightly sucked her clit into his mouth, this was her undoing, and crying out she came on his tongue.
James groaned as he drank in her sweet nectar, finally pulling back when she grew limp. Moving up to his knees, he quickly freed himself from his cloth restraint, and grasping her hips he pulled her into him, rubbing his length against her wet folds. She purred her approval, pressing back against him in a silent plea. Taking himself in his hand, he teased her clit with the tip of his cock, his actions making her squirm. Finally, he gave in and sank into her, the two of them moaning at the feel of the other. Slowly, he eased in and out of her warmth, savoring how tightly she wrapped around him. She rocked back into him, desperate to have him as deep in her as possible. When he could no longer hold back, he pulled almost completely out of her, and slammed back into her before setting in a fast and furious pace. The room filled with the sound of their lovemaking; flesh smacking against flesh, the rapid creak of the bed frame, and the soft moans and pants they were unable to stop. Breanne tried hard to keep quiet, but he was hitting that special spot so well...her eyes rolled back when his fingers found her clit, moving at a pace which mirrored his thrusts. Grasping fistfuls of the sheets, she moved with him thrust for thrust, knowing he was about to give her one hell of an orgasm...
"Fuck...James..." she whimpered, and once more burying her face in the pillow she screamed out her pleasure as her orgasm shot through her body. Feeling her squeeze him so tightly is what brought James over the edge, and grasping her hips with a bruising power her quietly grunted as he came within her. After a long moment, they finally collapsed onto the bed, the only sound that of their heavy breathing. "Well that was a nice surprise," she sighed, making James chuckle as he tucked himself back into his pants.
"I'm sorry for waking you up. I just...had you on my mind, to be honest," he admitted, slightly embarrassed by his obsessive thoughts. For a moment, he was worried he may have scared her by his confession, but was pleasantly surprised when she curled up into his side.
"I'm not going to complain about a handsome man thinking about me. Or about a handsome man waking me up with amazing sex," she replied, making him once more laugh.
Holding her tighter to him, he kissed her hair before commenting, "I should head back upstairs."
"No, don't leave me," she grumbled, already on the verge of falling back asleep, and buried her face in him.
Softly, he shushed her. "Sleep, my dear," he murmured, pulling the covers up around them and tucking her snugly in the crook of his arm. Lying in silence, he listened to her breathing as it grew slow and steady, and was eventually accompanied by the cutest hint of a snore. He meant to go back up to his bed once she had fallen asleep, but she was so warm and cuddly that he found himself falling asleep right along with her.