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him. In her sleep, she reached around for his arm and pulled it over her body, wrapping his hand over her breast. He curled in, her bare ass pressed into his crotch; his hand snaked over the top of her rib cage to her left breast. Peter squeezed gently, and Marianne moaned again in her sleep, rubbing her ass into him and snuggling farther into his hand. He could feel her incredible nipple extending itself into his palm, the soft globe of flesh fat against his fingers.
    The swell of Peter's cock told him this sleepy seduction had worked, and he'd have to make love to her again, even if she was ready in her sleep. He started to think of her when she stood in the street, those eyes staring up at him, scared and still filled with lust.
    He leaned in, pressing his body against hers. In her sleep, Marianne pulled his arm farther over her to cover her breast.
    Now this incredibly responsive woman reached out for him from the innocence of her sleep. Pulling his hand away from her swollen breast, he moved it down and over the curve of her hip, until he reached between her legs from behind. Marianne groaned and moved her legs farther apart. She rolled to her belly a little, so Peter had better access between her legs.
    He softly called her name, but she didn't respond. Unconscious with the depth of her sleep, she lay next to him breathing deeply.
    Peter felt like his cock was going to burst. He had to get it inside her; he had to feel her heat on him again. With his hand between her legs, he moved his fingers around, reaching for her clitoris. Softly—her sex already wet from their lovemaking before—he rubbed her clit. Lifting her buttocks slightly to give him better access, she made small moaning noises into the pillow. Her sensuality owned her; Peter thought he would easily be able to bring her off like this.
    Pulling his hand away, rolling her back to her former position with her back to him made her body curled in the perfect pose for entry. He felt for her opening with his left hand as he gently stroked his penis with his right. Her vagina naturally parted on its own when he placed his fingers against the dripping hole, and holding his penis firmly, he guided it into her again in one smooth stroke.
    Once inside her, he moved his body close to her back, and wrapping his arm over her shoulder, he again took her breast in his hand.
    Her pussy felt good. So hot, it pulsed around his dick. Peter started to fuck her with long, sensuous strokes, all the time fondling her breasts. From her sleeping stillness, she coiled herself so that she pressed her breast into his hand and curled her spine back to take more if his cock into her body.
    Even though asleep, she seemed to take his shaft as he gave it. Her nipples lengthened, taking on the customary length Peter had seen and felt in the lounge room earlier.
    Just at the point of coming, her pussy convulsed around his cock. Her rhythmic breathing hadn't changed. She was still sleeping deeply, but Peter gasped at the intensity of the long orgasm she wrapped around his hard length. The eroticism of the moment became too much, and he spilled into her, trying not to make noise and wake her. His orgasm stayed measured, less frantic than the earlier one. It had the leisurely quality of rest and sensuality about it.
    After his orgasm, his penis slipped out of her again, their mingled juices dripping slightly from the tip. She wasn't making any sounds, just the heavy breathing of a contented sleep.
    Amazing. He'd never seen anything like that in his life. He lay behind her again, feeling her breasts as they came to life again in his hands.
    Lying there in the dark of the room, with her body pressed against his, Peter had no idea what could be possible for the two of them. He knew, though, that they'd had this moment, even if there were never anymore, and the memory of this moment would last him forever.

Chapter Five
     
    Peter's arm around her body, cupping her breast, woke Marianne to the dawn