An Unsound Sleep
By Stephanie Wells
It was the middle of the night when Jane awoke, the darkness pressing uncomfortably against her skin. She checked the clock and saw that it was almost three in the morning. She had been restless all night, unable to get comfortable and, worse, unable to drift off into the sweet embrace of sleep.
Frustrated and exhausted, Jane got out of bed and began to pace around her tiny bedroom, hoping that the physical activity might help her to relax and finally drift off into sleep. But it seemed that no matter what she did, nothing was working.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Jane decided to take a walk. She didn’t really have any destination in mind, but she knew the fresh air might be just what she needed to clear her head and help her relax.
The streets were quiet and empty, not a soul stirring. Jane was starting to feel a little nervous, and she quickened her pace, not wanting to stay out in the dark too long. But as she turned the corner into an unfamiliar street, her heart began to race, and her steps falter.
Right in front of her stood a figure, clad in a dark hoodie, a cigarette hanging loosely between his lips. He seemed almost like a ghost, haunting the streets at this time of night.
He caught sight of her and smiled, his eyes twinkling in the light of the moon. The sight of him sent a shiver down Jane’s spine, and for a moment, she was frozen in place, unsure of what to do. He seemed so mysterious and alluring, but also a little dangerous.
“Can I help you?” he asked in a deep, velvety voice that made Jane’s heart flutter.
She shook her head, not trusting herself to speak.
He stepped closer to her, his gaze intense and focused.
“Maybe I can help you,” he offered, his eyes never leaving hers.
Jane felt as if she were under some kind of spell, unable to resist him.
“What do you want?” she finally managed to whisper.
He smiled and, without a word, reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her closer to him. Jane felt powerless, unable to resist his strong pull.
He leaned in and, before she knew what was happening, he was kissing her passionately, his tongue exploring her mouth hungrily. Jane felt her knees buckle, her resolve melting away in the face of his passionate embrace.
He began to unbutton her blouse, his hands expertly finding the buttons and working them loose. He then slid his hands underneath the fabric and began to caress her body, his touch gentle but firm.
Jane felt her body responding to his touch, her skin alive with pleasure. He continued to kiss her neck and shoulders, his lips leaving trails of fire as they moved across her skin.
He inched his way down her body, pushing the fabric aside to reveal her breasts. His lips found her hardened nipples and he began to lick and suck them, sending waves of pleasure through her body.
He continued his exploration, his hands and mouth exploring her body until she was quivering with pleasure. He then pulled off her clothing and positioned himself between her legs, his eyes never leaving hers as he pushed himself inside her.
The sensation was overwhelming, and Jane felt as if she was in a trance, lost in the pleasure that was coursing through her body. He moved inside her, his movements rhythmic and powerful. Jane felt her body responding to him, her hips moving in time with his, the pleasure intensifying with each thrust.
He began to kiss her again, his lips exploring her body as he moved inside her. His hands moved over her body, caressing her curves as he pleasured her.
The pleasure was intense, and Jane felt her body reaching new heights of pleasure. She could feel the orgasm rising up inside her, and she let out a cry of pleasure as it crashed over her.
He continued to move inside her, pushing her higher and higher until she was screaming out his name. Finally, she felt herself coming down from the orgasm, her body quivering with pleasure.
He pulled out of her and lay next to her, his hand caressing her body tenderly. They lay there in silence for a few moments, their breathing still heavy from their encounter.
Finally, Jane felt her body begin to relax and the tension began to drain from her body. She felt safe and secure in his arms, and the last thing she remembered before drifting off to sleep was the sound of his gentle breathing.
It was an unsound sleep, but it was the best sleep she had ever had.
