Novel & Cerita Moaning In Your Sleep

**** " John fuck right there" I groaned out and rolled on the other side of the bed . I tried to sleep again but the moaning got more louder than before . It was already late ih the night and since John had slept over , l wasn't shocked . " Yes am about to cum , am cumming ... " , The cries got more louder. " Darn it ,my goodness " , Finding it unbearable l lastly jumped out of my bed. My sleep was already gone .

Heart kicks hard against my ribs. No way. It can’t be, Selene would never. I creep out of the bedroom, oversized sleep shirt hanging off one shoulder, hair a tangled mess. The hallway is dim. The living room glows blue from the TV left on all night. The moans are coming from the screen—some steamy movie scene, bodies tangled, exaggerated gasps filling the room. The volume’s low but unmistakable, it’s the moans from the TV I heard and it’s a very big relief. I can’t imagine what I’d do if I found them in a position I always imagined myself in. Pizza boxes still on the coffee table. Blankets rumpled on the couch.

Fuck. With a quiet sigh, I step toward the door, nudging it open just enough to peek inside. Moonlight spills onto the bed, illuminating Leonid’s face twisted in distress. He’s tossing, his small fingers clutching at the blanket, legs kicking at something invisible. He’s crying in his sleep. Shit.

Clean lines, soft lighting, a bed that looked like it had never been slept in, the kind of perfection that came from having staff who kept everything exactly right. I changed into the sleep clothes I'd borrowed from Katherine, washed my face, and got into bed. The wine had left me pleasantly tired, the kind of tired that should have led straight to sleep. But I didn't sleep. I lay there for maybe twenty minutes, staring at the ceiling, listening to the quiet of the house, and then I heard something. A moan. Low, breathless, very deliberately not meant to be heard outside the room it was coming from. I sat up slowly.

Monica I couldn’t sleep. The house was quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioner, but something kept pulling me awake. I slipped out of bed in my silk robe, barely tied, and padded down the hallway toward the kitchen for water. That’s when I heard it. Moaning, it was soft, feminine and unmistakably Sophia’s. My stepdaughter’s bedroom door was slightly ajar, golden light spilling into the dark hall. I froze, my heart racing, as another moan drifted out—louder this time and needy. “Craig…fuck, right there…”

~Daciana~ “…hmm… yes! Yes! Haaa! F**k me!… don’t you dare stop!” These moans filled my ears in the most annoying way. I pulled my pillow over my head, hoping the noise would stop and I could continue my sleep, but I was wrong. I could still hear them. “How can a lady's moan be so loud?!” I yelled in my head out of frustration. I threw my pillow across my room and sat up angrily.

I couldn't hold it any longer as I moaned sweetly. "Ohh..my. goodness…" "Ahh jeez.yeah. please.." "Don't.stop.ah.hhhhhh" "It's.feels.so. good.. You.re..killing..me" I found myself screaming and moaning. I didn't even know how the hell those words got into my mouth, I just kept saying it. My moaning sounds were so loud I tried to close my mouth with my hand but he removed them telling me that he wants to hear them. He kept thrusting deeper and faster, increasing my moans.

Lavinia I stirred in bed, my eyes still heavy with sleep. A low moan drifted through the house. At first I thought I had dreamed it. Then another sound followed, deeper this time, a groan that vibrated through the walls. I sat up slowly, my heart picking up pace. The noises continued, rhythmic and unmistakable. “Oh god,” I whispered to myself. “What is that?”

“Adonis, who is in there? What was that noise?” “Noise? Thalia, what are you talking about?” He chuckled softly, reaching out to rub my arms. His hands were warm, but they felt like ice against my skin. “You’re shaking. Have you been sleeping at all?” “I heard a woman, Adonis,” I whispered, tears threatening to spill over my lashes. I hated how small my voice sounded. “I heard... I heard moaning. It sounded like—”

The room is kind of hot, but not hot enough to make him sweat that much. My eyes narrow the moment he begins to mumble inaudible words. What's he saying? I slowly get up from the chair I'm sitting on, quietly approaching the bed. I lean in, to hear whatever he's saying in his sleep. “Plea..no…no…don't…mommy..” His breathing is ragged as he continues mumbling. And mommy? Which grown man still cries for mommy in their sleep? Oh my gosh, minus 10 points Adrian.