Love, in Sleep

Lily was lying in bed, worried. Not because of her bills or job, but her fiancé, Charlie, wanted her to use her slut, as she sleeps. She told her that it was pretend sleeping, but she saw her taking some pills in a new purple medicine bottle. She gave a wink at me, did she wink? Her hair was open, as Charlie asked, usually with the promise of love exchanged.

Lily removed the bed sheets. The smooth black body shone in the moonlight, her dark nipples soft. She can feel her hand being guided into it, despite the pull, despite the tight feeling in her stomach.

Touching skin, her finger tip against her stomach. Black against her olive skin.

Then her fingers.

Her palm.

Like the sea returning, her hands caressed back home. Groping those small breasts, hands full and busy. She could feel her body getting hotter; she must be awake. Lily moved closer to her lips on her small forehead, travelling down to her wide nose, her high cheekbones, down towards her pouty, open lips. Locked into each other, lips getting wetter with every pull. Lily's tongue started to fall out.

A moan.

Lily lifted her hands, her head. Charlie gave a another moan, heavy in tone, and she turned to her side. Lily blinked. She knew that Charlie always moved in her sleep, but could she still be pretending?

With a shaking hand, she pushed her lover on her stomach. The expected drop and snooze came out. She reached across her shoulder, pulling across.

The wind rushed louder outside.

She pulled back.

Even Charlie's back was a piece of art: the moles, dimples of Venus, the way her ass curves around her skin, her legs.

A thought entered her mind.

Hopping out of bed, legs stretching to the clothes hanger. Coats, hats, scarves hung there. She reached down towards a Nirvana tote bag, letting her hand choose her weapon. Holding, pulling out a red, beloved cat o' nine tails.

Then Lily realised something. Charlie's head was resting on her side, not full face. She walked back, about to put the whip back...she remembered that the brain is still active when one sleeps, so perhaps the one odd jerk didn't mean anything. Back facing the wall, she said Charlie 'Babe', she said it again before covering her mouth. She hated being interrupted, in anything but sex and sleep, the most. She would never hurt her physically, but would be in a sour mood, which hurt Lily just as much.

She lifted the whip and lashed at Charlie's ass.

Nothing.

She whipped harder, slower, counting:

one,

two,

three.

Past sessions, told to stop briefly every so often to pay attention to body language, and the language given was for sure a dead one. She counted again:

one,

two,

with a harder three.

Still dead. Pulling the corner of her lip, her dark phoenix eyes scanning. Grabbing her pillow, placing it under her hip. Now the whip landed on her ass and her glossy cunt.

One,

slightly harder two,

three,

four farer away.

a five,

ending with a hard, aggressive six.

A gush of wind broke the silence.

She stopped. Her ass started to blush, harder to see with the untrained eye. There was no reaction, no sound. She was fucking a breathing corpse, more or less. What would she say, with her ass, legs and cunt red?

She put the whip back. Tying her hair into a red bonnet. Lily looked back at her love, she looked peaceful with her ass still in the air, expressing her parts to the windows.

Another thought crossed her mind, one she was very familiar with, and would for sure wake her up.

Climbing into bed, she kissed her back, down to her ass. The kisses were longer than those from earlier. Charlie was so still, unsuspecting. Lily removed her bonnet, her black straight hair covering her breasts. She pulled her tongue on her ass. First to the skin, then gradually pulled to the inner flesh. Kissing her lover's asshole, she couldn't hear anything. She called her babe again, smiling as she did. She travelled towards that sweet fruit, dripping its juice; she couldn't help but lick it, to commemorate how good it tasted, how messy she was going to make her face.

Passion filled her mind, and she started to moan. Getting heavier with each lick, every circular movement around, around her clit. Her wetness covered the sound and air they both breathed. Lily could feel herself peaking; she knew that she should stop to look, but her sweetness, her warm folds, glued her mouth in place. She gently pulled and kissed Charlie's clit, fluids dropping down her chin. Her words became like jelly, and her eyes looked upwards. Faster and faster, she went, till she peaked,

She went, as Charlie always finished last. Tongue aching, she gave big, long strokes. Back and forth, she couldn't hear anything. As she went, she slowed down when Charlie's swollen clit was. Even after a few times, she didn't hear or feel anything. She continued with strokes, only stopping when she felt Charlie's vagina trembling.

She lifted her head, and Charlie looked the same as she did before. What if she really were asleep?

She went to the bathroom, washing her face. She shows a face looking back a her. Opening the cabinet, she reached for the toothpaste, seeing the purple medicine bottle. It has a label, in big black text. Lily read it, and read it again, "VITAMIN B12 SUPPLEMENT, TAKE 2 DAILY"

Blinking, she closed the cabinet. She saw Charlie's eyes, looking at the mirror, then at her. They stared at each other. Lily could feel her lip shaking, her mind racing.

"You were amazing, babe!"

Liliy looked at her fiancé, blinking before they embraced.

THE END

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