She "humps" in her sleep!

As Sarah lay on top of me, I thought I could feel her quivering pussy and here soft moans coming from her. All of a sudden she moaned loudly, grabbed her pussy with her hand and tried to clamp her legs together, tightly. “Ohhhh…Aggnnh.” She groaned. “Are you OK, Sarah,” I asked as I wrapped my arms tightly around her. “It doesn’t stop, Paul. It just keeps going, It feels so good. Ummmm,” she murmured as her body jerked slightly. She wiggled from my arms and rolled off of me with her hands between her legs, tightly holding her pussy. “You mean your orgasm, Sarah. It’s still going on?” I asked in amazement “Oh yes,” she whimpered. I told her I wanted to check and make sure she was OK. I had her remove her hands from her pussy and open her legs. As I spread her outer lips, I could feel them quivering. Her opening was gaping widely, slick with the mixture of our union. Her inner lips would flap over the opening when her pussy convulsed. I placed the palm of my hand over the opening and her clit, both continued to lightly convulse and twitch almost continually. When I removed my hand, I could see the movements in her lips, her mound and her abdomen! I wondered how long this would go on.

Sarah was exhausted. I picked her up and carried her as I wound down the spiral stairs. I swear I could still feel her pussy convulse! I put her in bed and quickly cuddled up next to her, gathering her in my arms. I tucked one hand under her firm and heavy breast and cupped it, enjoying the fullness and it’s weight. Sarah was already asleep. I nuzzled her neck and kissed her softly as I drifted off to sleep. The “aftershocks” of her orgasms kept striking throughout the night. I woke several times to her moaning as she “humped” the hand between her legs while she slept. I became aroused, but Sarah needed sleep more than I needed relief. Relief would come soon enough. Before I closed my eyes for the last time, I remembered my appointment with Joe at noon. This property that he’d found had to be the answer for Sarah and me. She had become my world, and I needed a place where we could be together. I knew that now more than ever. My right thumb was gently roaming across her right nipple as I fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke, Sarah and I were in the same spots as when we collapsed into the bed. My hand still held her breast and her hand lay between her legs. I yawned and reached over to turn the clock so I could see the time. 9:15; we still had time to make love before I had to head to the city. My cock was already semi-erect when I woke. Just thinking about burying myself in Sarah made me incredibly hard, but because last night was so intense, I wanted to be able to make slow, deliberate love to her. I was absent- mindedly tracing Sarah’s large areola with the tips of my fingers and moved closer to her. I looked at her beautiful shoulders. I softly kissed her right shoulder. “I wondered when you were going to wake up,” she murmured. “You’ve been goosing me with your cock for ages,” she giggled softly as she turned to face me and planted her soft, full lips on top of mine. "I'm still having mini-orgasms from last night!! I don't think they'll ever stop," she said as she blushed, slightly.