Cuento Para Dormir A Mi Novia Novels & Stories

But he's not at his house right now; he went back to his condo. "You're the first person I brought here." I smiled again, remembering what Kent said after we made love. I'm the first person he brought to his place, and something happened between us. I feel so happy and proud. Minutes passed, or maybe even hours, but I still couldn't fall asleep! It's frustrating! I've counted imaginary sheep, even sang the Barney song, but still, I'm not sleepy. Meanwhile, earlier when Kent and I were lying together, I almost wanted to ask him to let me stay until tomorrow. I feel so relaxed whenever I'm with him. What if I just sleep in and stay with him until morning?

“I closed them again! All right. You win.” “It’s just one night,” I say. “How’s this supposed to work?” he sighs, and I let him feel the love surging through me down our bond. I’m so grateful for a mate that indulges me in the little things like this. “You’ll just have to go sleep elsewhere,” I say, sighing and giving a little shrug I know he can’t see. “Bunk down with the boys.” “With them?” he says, appalled. “But they’re – they kick in their sleep –“

Not going to lie, there are worse places I could be. He looks up at me and smiles, lifting one of his hands to stroke my dark hair off my face. “Shall I tell you what I think?” he asks. I looked at him, confused. And he grins before continuing. “I have a feeling that my beautiful new mate woke up, feeling ever so sleepy, thanks to our somewhat hectic nighttime activities, shall we call them? For a little moment, she forgot where she was and thought she was still in her own comfy bed back in her cosy little bungalow. Then when I touched her, she freaked the hell out that somebody was in the room with her, or even worse, in the bed, and went to defend herself!”

“There’s an old tale that says soul mates’ minds are connected from birth. When you can’t sleep, your soul mate can’t sleep either.” *** ~Aiden I rolled on the cold bed for the millionth time. Sleep seemed too far and I missed her, without her, I am just an empty shell. I lay there on the bed reliving the happier times when I had her snuggling into my chest, her floral scent wafting through my nostrils. Her body fitting perfectly against mine. Her little moans of pleasure—aroused me even now.

(Euan’s P.O.V) That was the best night’s sleep I’ve ever had in my almost 20 years of life, and that had everything to do with having my mate in my arms. I was a little disappointed that she didn’t mark me last night but thinking back, I didn’t really give her access to my marking spot as I fucked her. A shiver rolls through my body, and goosebumps raise up on my skin, as I think about last night and the fact that we’re now a mated pair.

A rather unbidden image of a time when old age will keep us from doing just that invades my mind, but then growing old together with her doesn't scare me. We'll find a way, I'm sure of that. “Promise. Always.” I sweep her off her feet then and carry her upstairs, much to her delight, and we entertain ourselves with silly ideas of how and where we could keep up that 'daily fuck into oblivion' idea all over our new home until we fall asleep in each other's arms. Another 36 hours shift, and then it's Friday, and I can finally sleep. Sleep, sleep, sleep. And sleep is

Exhaustion greets me as well and soon I am falling asleep also, the scent of my mate surrounding me, making me feel whole, needed, loved. I can barely make out the last sentence from my mate as sleep greets me. “That’s my couch.”

"When I have this similar issue during my days as a young lad, my mom would read children's stories for me until I'm able to find my peace and sleep." "I can do that, sir." She said and walked up to him then collected the book from him politely. She then began to read the novel to him, he kept following the novel even after thirty minutes had passed, two hours passed before his eyes eventually close and before she knew it, his breath had become steady and he had gone asleep. She eventually stopped reading, a happy smile crawled up her lips and she couldn't help but feel great for being able to make him sleep. She leaned on his body for a while and even kissed his lips briefly. After a while,

I shook my head in response. “Not after that dream.” I answered starting to get off of his lap. He held me to him and started making out with me. “What are you-?” He slipped his hand between my thighs and rubbed once. “I’ll put you to sleep if you can’t fall asleep on your own.” Another kiss as he moved me back to the bed under him. He blew out the lantern and I put up a seal. The best thing about Conor was he knew exactly how to wear me out quickly. Well that should put me out until the morning… I unsealed the tent as we curled up together again.

I’m not throwing it all away because of some cold feet before the wedding myth. “Guess I’m happy that you want to marry me that badly…” Hayden said before he smiled innocently at me. “I’m going to sleep!” I declared before I turned my body the other way and shut my eyes tightly. If I just count to a thousand or some high number around that range, I’ll probably fall asleep sooner or later. In the end, I counted and lost count various times but I wasn’t any close to falling asleep. The bedroom was silent, and I couldn’t tell if Hayden had fallen asleep already or not. Carefully, I turned around to face him.