Ost Of While You Were Sleeping の小説・ストーリー

It usually took me forever to unwind enough to fall asleep after a shift, but lying there in the darkness and listening to her breathe, I was able to break through the day’s tension and just relax. But what had started innocently, with me on top of the blankets, somehow had ended with me stripped down to my boxer briefs and under the covers with Hera. I had no idea what time it was, only that it was barely daylight. The T-shirt she’d slept in had ridden up to expose her pink cotton panties printed all over with little donuts, complete with colorful sprinkles.

6:30 am. It was too early to wake up in the morning when I didn’t want to work out. Last night I had one of my best sleeps in my life, and something that I had dreamed of came true. Ananya was the perfect aphrodisiac and I couldn’t be luckier. Her sweet cum dripped down her wet pussy like a never ending waterfall and the perfect ‘o’ that she formed with her lips while coming down from her high was a picture that I wanted to hang on my wall.

My whole being is trembling. "Yeah, just too much coffee and not enough sleep." I fan my face with my hands. All these dispositions had to be caused by the coffee I had earlier. "Come," Omar pushes me gently towards the bed, "go to sleep. I promise to keep you safe." He pats the soft bed. "I can't sleep with you here." How does he expect me to sleep when my mind is running a mile per minute just thinking of the naughty things we could do? "You seem to do just fine when you sleep with Adrian." How did he know of my sleepovers with Adrian? And was that jealousy I detected in his tone?

Anna's POV I was utterly drained, both physically and mentally. Since returning to Italy, sleep had become a rare luxury. My body ached for rest, and after a long, scalding shower, I finally let myself collapse onto the bed, hoping to escape into the peace of sleep for at least a few hours. The moment my head touched the pillow, darkness enveloped me, pulling me into a deep, dream-laden slumber. I dreamt of Harvey, my husband, with vivid memories of our passionate moments flashing through my mind, the kind of dreams that made me yearn for his touch.

What I had heard sounded like obligation carrying a long history on its back, and the combination of the two had a very specific feeling that I could not shake. Which was, I reminded myself for the fourth time, none of my business. I was asleep by eleven. I know because I checked the clock. By two in the morning I was flat on my back staring at the ceiling like a very alert corpse, going back over a thirty-second conversation I had not even been trying to hear.

The hidden progress became her greatest weapon. And then came the night everything changed. It was past two in the morning. Ruby was asleep, but when you live in a house filled with conspiracies and people who hate you to the absolute core, your subconscious never truly rests. The faint, almost imperceptible click of her bedroom door unlocking instantly pulled her out of sleep. Ruby didn't move a muscle. She kept her breathing slow, deep, and rhythmic, while her heart hammered violently against her ribs. Soft, careful footsteps draw closer to her bedside.

It had all been a dream. “You’re seriously intense when you’re asleep.”

The fatigue had now at last taken its toll. I was lying there silent, and my own eyelids were getting heavier. The quick up and down motion of his chest, the low moan of the monitor by the crib, the silent house--it was the first few moments of peace we had had in days. I had no idea when I fell asleep, but just expected that it could not have taken long before I was roused by the gentle sound of the knock at the door. Then, a whisper. "Jules?" I groaned, still half asleep. "What time is it?"

One and a half hours to go before the clock hit midnight. At first, she was only leaning comfortably on the cozy sofa, until her body was slowly gliding sideward, making her back lay flat on the soft mattress of the couch. After a while, she started to snore. By the time she had completely dozed off, the rooftop glass door slid open, revealing a man in his sleepwear and with clean-cut hair.

I let both my heartbeat and my breathing stop so it didn’t give my excitement away. “Good morning, Alex. Where are you off to?” Osirus asked drowsily. “Osirus! What are you doing out here?” I asked. “I was asleep until you tripped and fell in my lap,” he chuckled, shifting under me uncomfortably, drawing my attention to his impressive erection. I gasped as my head shot up so that I could see his face as I asked breathlessly, “Osirus?” “Sorry,” he mumbled. “I can’t control my body while I’m asleep.”