Pressure

My head felt like a ton of bricks and my body didn’t feel like my own. It was as if I were suspended in midair, with something or someone holding me. I could see my hands as they trailed over muscular arms, broad shoulders, and chiseled abs. Down, down, down to something hard that sat between my legs. A rumble shook everything around me and and I struggled through the haze that kept me from waking. I wriggled, to get further way or closer, I wasn’t sure.

My hair moved as warmth fanned the top of my head. Hands gripped my waist and something hardened and bulged beneath me. My body quivered as I realized it ran from my backside, between my legs, and poked my belly. My wriggling turned into grinding as I chased that feeling. A breathy moan fell from my lips as I used his hardness to get what I wanted.

I’ve never felt like this before and I needed more. Sleep weighed down on me and no matter how hard I tried to push it off it was useless. I was stuck between sleep and wondering if this wa