He didn't expect to wake up this late at night. Particularly hot by having his eyes assaulted by the little cuts of moonlight that streamed into the bedroom, to glint off the dark metal of his arm. He had to push himself out of bed to get up, and close the drapes just to escape it.
He turned back to the bed, and as his eyes readjusted to the darker room he saw your sleeping figure curled over on your side. He drew the comforter away to slip back underneath, only have the sight of your sweet soft body catch his eye.
You had on one of his black t-shirts, and nothing else. You had a knack for sleeping naked and soon took a liking to wearing only a piece of his clothing to bed. A beautiful sight to see, and for a short while he just stood by and watched you softly sleep.
The moment passes and now he's leaning in to press his large warm hand to your hip as he slides back into bed. He's positioned at your back as if to act as the big spoon, arguably the best position to cuddle back into you.
But, instead of draping his hand over your waist he brought his fingers up over the top of your thigh to gravitate between them. His fingers circle the entrance to your core before pushing two of them in with only a little resistance.
His soft sexy sleeping little slut was already wet the moment he touched you.
He whispered as much, but only to himself with "You're dripping for me already, doll? I'd love to know what your dreamin about."
No doubt the visions dancing across your closed eyelids were that of his vibranium fist curled around your throat in the heat of some passionate fucking.
You didn't answer him after he spoke, and he didn't expect one from you as he played with your limp body.
For now, he's gentle. He only stirs his digits around enough to cause small moans to escape your partially parted lips. He has to make sure he won't wake his sleeping beauty, as well as to ensure he can slip in right away by stretching you on his fingers.
He turned further on his side as he took his hand away from your slick flower, causing you to let out a small semi-audible whine. He pressed his lips to the back of your ear to shush this brief inconvenience away, before pulling back to bring his fingers up to his mouth. He suckled at your dew that had stained his skin, and had to close his eyes as savored your taste.
It was a shame he didn't have enough time to nudge his head between your legs and lap up more. Instead he slips his flesh hand under the crook of your thigh as his metal one presses into the mattress to push under your waist so he can hold onto you better.
It helps keep you steady as he pulls himself free from the confines of his boxers, letting him press his stiffened cock along your sweet slick folds. The tip slides past your core to bump against your bud, sending a small jolt up your body and causing you to twitch in his arms.
His hood on you helps keep you steady as he prods at your entrance, trying to press his tip to the small opening of your core. You were plenty wet for him already, so as he pushed up into you he was met with little resistance. Even in sleep you take his cock beautifully, right to the hilt.
When he's able to move without the fear of startling you, he begins gently pulling himself from your core before gliding back in.
He gives only a few good hard thrusts, and your cunt already feels like magic on his cock.
While in slumber your body still reacts to him perfectly as he continues his slow pace. Just a low slick drag of his cock along your inner walls. When he gets a chance to look down as he's pulling out he can see how wet you've gotten his cock.
Your slick glistened along his shaft in the dim gleam of moonlight that still escaped into the room. A little had escaped through a small opening from between the curtains he hadn't fully closed.
Once he's taken a little he has to have more. He can't keep himself from wanting to bounce you against his thighs, and his muscles shiver as he holds himself off from just slamming his cock up into you.
The movement is enough to shake a little sleep out of your body and you start to mumble and whine at this fluttering feeling deep in your core.
He can feel you clamping around him as he rocks himself into you. Your body is only turning slightly, but he takes it the whole way while cradling and petting your head. One hand weaves it's fingers into your hair as the metal arm rolls you onto your belly.
He's behind you now, as your flat against the bed with your head in the pillow. He didn't mean to jostle you too much, so with his cock still hard pressed against the back of your fluttering cunt he leans in near your ear to coo you back to sleep.
"Shhhhhhh. I know, I know it feels good. But I'm not done just yet, Doll. Go back to sleep for me, okay? I'll be gentle."
His metal fingers press into the side of your hips, as his other hand slides over your side and down your back to draw warmth from your skin.
He lets himself get a little faster, but still trying not to be too rough on you as you still wavered halfway in and out of sleep.
Your once heavy breathing turns into dainty, little whines that we're almost inaudible.
"It's taking so much outta me to not just slam my cock into you, Baby." His whispered growls could still just barely reach you in your twilight state. But, he wanted to take care of you, be gentle with you.
He could feel the very back of your core around his tip as you slowly came undone around him. Later you'll have recollection of this hot bright burst along your core and up your spine, only to have thought it was part of your dreams.
His muscles ached from the strain of having to hold back from just fucking the life out of your already limp body. The strain on his body was what made him cum as hard as he did.
It was so strained, and his hips shook hard against the back of your thighs as he painted your pink walls with his thick cum.
It's like his cock is stuttering as he digs his teeth into his lower lip. He tightens his grip on your hip, letting the metal of his fingers dig into your skin.
He can feel you shake a little around him, but soon your body goes back to being limp and warm in his hands. When the mind numbing glow wears away he lets himself slip out, and a stream of sticky white seed follows after him.
He presses a kiss to your cheek, feeling that your skin is hot under his lips. Yet, your breathing is even, with the light rumble of a soft snore.
Tomorrow morning you'll find the sticky mess he left between your legs, the remnants of last night's dreams will seem more and more real.
The gate of your walk will be off kilter as you get up and walk to the bathroom, and you'll feel the warm remainder of his spendings spill out.