Big Pete

Deep in the night, Pete suddenly woke up. He blinked his eyes a few times, his brain still foggy with sleep. Candy was sleeping peacefully, her face nuzzled against his chest, her body curled up against his body. Candy's beautiful face, her soft lips slightly parted as she breathed in and out. Her long lashes fluttered against her cheeks, and her skin was flushed a delicate pink. He could feel the heat of her breath on his skin, could hear the soft sound of her breathing. As his sleep-fogged mind cleared, he became aware that something was pressing against his cock, a warm, soft sensation that sent shivers of pleasure up his spine. As his senses returned, he realized it was Candy's pussy, her thighs wrapped around his shaft, her hips gently grinding against him.

Pete's brain slowly processed what he was seeing. He and Candy in their sleep, must have rolled towards eachother and her body was now straddling his hips. His thick, semi-erect cock was compactly nestled between her soft thighs; her moist pussy lips, clinging to his semi-erect cock like a velvet glove. The soft pussy lips were spread along the upper side of his shaft, the head poking out from the other side. Her hips continued to gyrate, her pussy lips sliding along his shaft, leaving a wet trail. She was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling, her hard nipples poking out. A light sheen of sweat glistened on her skin, making it look even softer and more inviting.

Pete's heart began to race, adrenaline surging through his veins as he remembered the events that led them to this moment. His heart pounded in his chest as he watched her beautiful face, so peaceful in slumber. Her lips were slightly parted, a soft moan escaping them as his cock brushed against her sensitive outer walls. Her tits rose and fell with each breath, the hard nipples poking into his stomach.

Pete could feel the heat emanating from her core, could smell her unique scent. His cock twitched, growing harder by the second. He resisted the urge to grab her hips and thrust up into her tight warmth. He had promised Candy that he would not **** himself on her, and he had meant it. But now, as her body moved against his in her sleep, he felt a primal urge to take control, to claim her completely.

A thin bead of pre-cum formed at the tip of his cock, glinting in the dim light. Pete's hand shot out, grabbing Candy's hip, his fingers digging into her flesh. "Fuck, girl," he growled, his voice rough with need, "Baby, wake up!"

A soft moan escaped her lips, her eyes still closed as she sought out pleasure in her dreams.