He was just so close. So manly. So hard.

I felt my hand slip between my thighs, felt it teasing into the space between my legs and brushing my sex over my pants. There was an electric thrill that ran through me, making me arch my back and spread my thighs apart to give myself more access. I felt a breath escape me, harsh and ragged and coarse. It shuddered out of my lips and escaped me unbidden as my hand slipped up to the waistband of my pants and dipped inside.

I was wet. I was so fucking wet right now I could barely believe it. Thoughts came to me and fantasies played behind my eyes as I touched myself. As I slipped a finger inside of me and thrummed my clit with my thumb.

My other hand slid under the bottom of my t-shirt and up to grip my breast and squeeze it, to tease out a bit more pleasure from my body as I slid onto my back to give myself more room to work with.

But I didn’t ever turn my eyes from him. I was locked onto him, staring across the gulf between us and seeing his hardness throbbing and twitching under the sheets.

If I set my mind to it I could imagine it was his hands on my body. I could imagine it was him pleasing me and pleasuring me, him touching and feeling me. Him using my body.

Oh god I needed it, whimpering and mewling as I played with myself, as I dipped two fingers inside of me and teasingly pinched my nipple. As my gasps became moans and I got louder and faster and harder with my play.

And when I realized the sound was missing it registered in some far off place. It was only when I was shuddering on the edge of my climax that I fully realized what it was that I was no longer hearing.

He wasn’t snoring anymore.