Calming her Nightmares - Hopper and El

It wasn't right, he knew that, illegal even. He also knew it helped her to calm down after a nightmare when nothing else would. When all the specters of her past came out to play, she needed a reset of sorts, and he was eager, if not a little guilty, to give it to her. It might be a problem later, but for now it had just become part of their routine, secluded away in the cabin.

The August heatwave was pulling into it's second week and the cabin was beyond miserable. El had gone to bed wearing just her panties and one of Hopper's old, baggy t-shirts. He had opted for just his boxers, anything more was too hot to sleep. When her screams awoke him in the dark of night, he didn't even think of pulling anything on as he rushed to her.

"It found me," she cried out. "It got into the cabin and tried to get me."

"Shhhhh, it's alright," Hopper soothed, gathering her in his arms. "You're alright, now."

"I tried to stop it, and I couldn't. It got you." she whimpered.

She lay there trembling in his arms for a long time, and Hopper realized the nightmare must have been a bad one. She would start to settle, then a fresh whimper would escape her lips and El would start shaking all over again. It broke his heart to know she was hurting like that.

"Do you need me to?" Hopper asked, the question familiar at this point.

El looked up at him and gave a small nod, then lay on her side, her back to Hopper. He lay down behind her and pulled her in close, his arm around her waist. the other under her head. As she nestled into his chest, Hopper slipped his hand up the front of her shirt, his fingers tracing soothing circles across the soft flesh of her stomach.

"You're alright now," he whispered. "The monsters are gone. You're safe."

Slowly his circles traveled South, Hopper convincing himself he wasn't terrible for doing this, as fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her panties. El let out a soft sigh as is fingertips traced along her smooth, sparsely haired labia and began to gently massage. She nestled deeper against Hopper, his body feeling warm and safe. She gasped as one strong finger slipped down between her lips and began to stroke all her most sensitive spots. He teased a fingertip around the tight entrance to her vagina. He slowly drug his finger back and forth down the length of her lips, spreading her slick moisture and setting her core aflame.

Each pass, he came closer and closer, until finally, his finger made contact with her clitoris and she flexed her hips up to meet him. He circled the nub slowly a few times, letting the sensations start to build in her before adding a second finger. Hopper had learned what worked best for the girl in his arms, and let his fingers exact their soothing magic. He would massage her clit with firm, gentle swirls before dropping lower and sliding one finger into the tight, wet tunnel of her vagina. He couldn't go deep, barely reaching the first knuckle, but it was enough to pull her along.

As he alternated measures, her hips responded in kind, flexing and straining to meet him, then drawing back, adding extra sensation to his tender touch. Her mind began to go fuzzy, thoughts of the nightmare fading away she ground herself against his hand. Laying as they were, the bulge of his cock was nestled in the crack of her pantie-covered ass. Every time her hips swung backward, she ground against him and soon enough, Hooper was sliding his hips forward to meet hers, too.

Hoppers fingers continued their sweet assault on her soft, wet pussy. El humped hard against his hand, squeezing out every bit of pleasure, her pulse racing and her breath coming shallow and fast. Hopper continued humping against her ass, his own climax desperately close but knowing he had to hold out for her.

"Yes. Yes. Mmmmmmm," El moaned, her body exploding, one hand dropping between her legs to hold his fingers firmly in place as her hips bucked against them.

Hopper pulled her body tight against his own, his cock grinding hard against her ass as he came, his boxers filling with hot, sticky cum. Guilt may come later, but for now he felt peace. As El's orgasm subsided, Hopper felt all the tensions drain back out of her as she rolled over and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"Thank you," she whispered, snuggling down in his arms and quickly dropping off to sleep.