My Girlfriend's Blowjobs Are Legendary! Too Bad They're Not Just For Me… Part 6

(Just realized the last sentence on the previous chapter was cut off when I posted, updated it in post and included last weeks ending here, sorry!)

Groaning at how quickly she had dozed off, I couldn’t help but smile. Here we were, tangled together like real lovers at last. Closing my eyes, I decided to try my best to chase after her into whatever dream world she was now exploring.

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It wasn’t the warm sheets as smooth as silk or the perfectly overfluffed pillow that I noticed first. No, those designer comforts were definitely to thank for my eventual respite into the world of dreams. What first dragged my mind back to full consciousness was Nora—or more precisely, what she was doing.

In our sleep, we had managed to toss and turn until at last she had found herself wrapped in my arms with me behind her. Nora had nestled her way so close to me that my chin was now resting on her shoulder, the scent of her sweat and perfume leaving me in a haze. But what had truly woken me up was much lower—her ass. Now rubbing against me under the sheets unconsciously.

I didn’t know how it was possible. It was like her body, her mind, everything about her was made for sex. Even while asleep some part of her knew how to keep that frustrating tease going. It took all my willpower to stifle the groan growing in my throat. Even after everything, even after how much she had milked out of me earlier, I could still feel my cock steadily swelling back to its full might.

Somehow, in the mess of our limbs, my hand had ended up cupping her chest. The steady rise and fall of her breathing made her breast press against my palm with each inhale, her nipple brushing my thumb every time she shifted. I didn’t dare move. I told myself not to. But my cock betrayed me—hardening with every light graze until the tip pressed firmly between the cheeks of her ass.

That was when Nora stirred. A quiet murmur, her body squirming against me lazily, like a cat stretching in its sleep. Her voice was groggy, tangled in Dutch before she blinked herself half awake.

“Ughhh… wat doe je…?” she mumbled, her accent thicker, words slurred with sleep. She shifted her hips against me once more, and I nearly lost it right there. Then, in English, she half-whispered through a yawn, “Mr. Luca… why you keep poking me? I want sleep…”

Her words were tired, soft, not biting or playful like usual. Just raw, half-dreaming Nora.

I froze. Unsure whether to laugh, apologize, or beg.

“I, ah… so—” My apology was cut off by Nora’s loud yawn. As she stretched, her ass pressed harder against me, forcing my cock between her thighs. The sudden squeeze sent a powerful pulse rocketing down my shaft until it had wedged itself snugly into the gap between her thighs.

“Sorry…” I muttered, grateful for the darkness that hid the heat rushing to my face.

“Oh my. Definitely felt that one,” Nora mumbled, her voice thick with sleep, like she was already halfway back in her dreams.

“Yeah… uh… Nora, do you by chance remember what you were dreaming about?” I whispered into her ear, the thought gnawing at me. Maybe she was dreaming about me. About us. That would explain why she’d been grinding against me at least. Or maybe… maybe she was dreaming about someone else… One of her former lovers… a client…

Nora’s sigh was excessively long and heavy.

“Luca, Mijn lief… you seriously want talk dream right now? We talk in morning. I need sleeeep,” she whined, the last word dragging out, desperate. Completely oblivious—or indifferent—to the throbbing cock convulsing under her pussy.

“You’re right, sorry. But… okay listen. Do you know you grind against the person you’re sleeping with? I woke up to your butt… uh…” My voice trailed off. It hit me what I was admitting, the bluntness foreign on my tongue. I wasn’t the kind of guy to just say, ‘Damn woman, you were practically giving me a lap dance in your sleep.’ But maybe the haze of the hour gave me courage.

Silence. Nora lay in my arms, my cock throbbing to the rhythm of my pulse, brushing against her with every twitch. Just when I thought she’d slipped back under, her voice came low, amused.

“Oh…?”

I swear I could feel her eyebrow raising in amusement.

 “Like this?” she purred, rolling her hips deliberately now, rubbing up and down along my length.

“Mhm—!” I gasped, caught off guard. My hand, which had been resting over her breast, betrayed me, squeezing in slow, needy rhythms. God, her tits were too big for my hand, spilling out with every squeeze. How was she this perfect?

Nora moaned softly, keeping that lazy rocking pace, clearly enjoying both the touch on her chest and the effect she was having on me.

“Luca…” she murmured, half laughing, half groaning. “You not let girlfriend go back to sleep now, hmm?”

With a sigh, she gently pulled my hand off her breast. Then, untangling our limbs, she rolled away, leaving my sandwiched member bare under the blankets. The loss was maddening. My cock ached in the sudden cold, the air feeling like ice compared to the heat of her body.

But before I could protest, Nora spun back toward me. She pushed herself into my chest, yawning as she rested her forehead against me. My arm was trapped beneath her, fingers brushing her silken hair, and I instinctively pulled her tighter. My lips found her crown, kissing the top of her head.

Her hand trailed lazily down my chest, her nails tickling my skin until they reached my stomach… and lower.

“How you…” another yawn muffled her words, “…get like this, sleepy boy?” she asked dreamily, her palm finally finding my cock. “Still so fat…” she mumbled, half impressed, half annoyed, too tired to seemingly decide.

My shaft throbbed in her hand, a silent answer.

“So needy. My fault, ja?” she teased, squeezing lightly. “Luca say I make you like this. Is that true Mr. Penis?” Her hand was lazy but experienced, twisting just enough at the crown to send sparks up my spine. “Maybe you want girlfriend’s attention one last time… Did I not do good enough job before?”

Her hand curled haphazardly around me, barely tightening, more like she was just enjoying the weight of me in her palm. Each slow stroke was uneven, half-hearted, as though her body was moving on muscle memory while her mind lingered in sleep. God, how much practice did she have to be able to perform so well even while half asleep?

“Nora…” I whispered, my voice already catching in my throat.

“Mhm?” She hummed, eyes closed, forehead still pressed to my chest.

“You’re… oh god…” My hips bucked helplessly into her hand as she gave a sluggish twist at the tip, smearing precum down my shaft.

“Mmm. Luca so noisy,” she mumbled, her words muffled and slurry. “Always whining, always poking me…” She squeezed once, deliberately, making me gasp, then let her hand go loose again, dragging back down my length in a clumsy slide.

It was torture. She wasn’t trying, not like before. But somehow that was worse. Her half-asleep grip was messy, uneven, careless—and it had me clenching the sheets, my whole body desperate for more. Somehow, being ignored like this was even more of a  turn on for me than normal. Like she truly couldn’t care less about my own pleasure.

“Please…” I whispered, though I wasn’t even sure what I was begging for.

She gave a drowsy little chuckle. “So needy. Even in middle of night. My poor Luca…” Another sluggish stroke, this one slower, her thumb dragging over my leaking tip as if by accident. My cock pulsed hard against her palm, starved for that same level of attention she had shown it before.

I could feel myself climbing, the pressure building deep within me, ready to spill… and then her hand faltered. It lingered around me for a moment, soft and warm, before slowly falling limp.

“Nora?” I whispered, panicked.

But her breathing was already deepening, her body sinking heavier against mine. She was drifting off, her hand still resting lazily over my cock like she’d forgotten it was there.

I bit down a groan, rocking my hips helplessly into her unmoving hand. Nothing. No squeeze. No stroke. Just the unbearable heat of her skin teasing me without intention.

I laid there trembling, painfully hard, my cock twitching under her limp fingers. She had left me on the edge again, not even awake enough to know it. This woman… was amazing.

And still, despite the ache, I held her closer, burying my face into her hair. My pulse throbbed in time with the frustration between my legs, maybe I could just move a little… I tried rocking my hips back and forth. Trying to imitate that same slow, lazy, ucaring rhythm she had used that had nearly brought me over the edge. Nearly I had to remind myself in frustration.

But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t bring myself to that same tipping point she had left me at a few minutes ago. I was at an impasse. Did I risk waking her, begging her to finish the job? Or would I just accept my punishment for waking her the first time and try to fall asleep like this.

The answer was obvious.

“Nora.” I whispered.

No response.

“Nora. Pleeeassee wake uuuuppp.” I half whispered, half moaned in desperation. I could feel my cock softening as I continued to grind myself desperately into her limp hand. It was almost like magic how the aching in my cock had migrated down to my balls. The lack of attention now driving me crazy in a new way. God they felt so heavy…

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she stirred. A groggy groan escaped her throat, followed by a string of words in Dutch I couldn’t understand, slurred and muffled against my chest.

Then, switching to English, she muttered, “Mr. Luca… why you keep… poking meeee?” Her voice was low, annoyed, and heavy with sleep. “I want sleeeeeeep…”

I froze, guilty and desperate at once. “I–I can’t… Nora, please…” My hips betrayed me, still pressing into her hand.

She sighed, annoyed but relenting, her fingers twitching just enough to curl around me again. With lazy, uneven strokes, she began moving her hand up and down. Just that was enough to make me moan, the sloppy rhythm already threatening to undo me.

“Yes… oh god yes…” I whispered, bucking into her grip.

But after only a few strokes, her hand slowed. Then stopped entirely.

“Wha–Nora?” Panic shot through me yet again at the realization that she may have fallen back to sleep, leaving me on edge for the second time in a row.

“Too tired…” she mumbled, letting her hand fall limp again.

I groaned, burying my face in her hair. “Please don’t stop, I can’t… I won’t be able to sleep like this. Please, Nora…”

She groaned louder this time, as though my begging was the worst kind of inconvenience. Then, with a reluctant shuffle, she pulled herself away just enough to turn over, scooting up until her forehead pressed tiredly against mine. The sudden closeness made my breath hitch, though I could hardly see her face in the dark.

Her voice, however, was clear. “Luca. I am so tired. You want cum? Then finish yourself. I help, but… you do work, ja?”

Before I could respond, she pulled her hand from my cock. I heard the wet sound of spit hitting her palm, followed by the slow, slick rub of her fingers spreading it. A moment later, her hand wrapped back around me, sliding lazily from the base to the tip, smearing the wetness along my shaft.

“Not enough…” she mumbled, more to herself than to me.

To my shock, she pulled her hand away again, brought it to her mouth, and dragged her tongue slowly across her palm. I could hear the obscene sound of her licking herself, and then—another sharp spit landed right into her hand. It was in that moment that it truly hit me, just how much experience had with knowing what a guy would want.

This time, when her hand returned, it was slick and hot, smearing spit along every inch of me with lazy, deliberate strokes until my cock would have been glistening if not for the darkness. My breath shuddered at the obscene sound of it, every nerve in my body tuned to her touch.

Finally, she tightened her grip into a snug, wet circle just below the head and held it there, unmoving. Just… waiting.

“Go on,” she murmured, her thumb giving the faintest squeeze. “If you need it so bad, then take it. You have permission. Hump.”

Her spit-slick hand was waiting for me, and shamefully, I pushed into it. The wet circle closed around me, sliding down my shaft as I rocked forward. My groan slipped out before I could hold it back.

Across from me, barely awake, Nora cracked one eye open. Her face was inches from mine on the pillow, her breath warm as it drifted against my lips. “Really, Luca? You fuck girlfriend’s hand like it pussy?” she muttered, her voice drowsy but sharp. “You moan like this… for only hand?”

I flushed hot, but my hips didn’t stop. Each thrust made her palm glide up and down, her spit squelching softly in the dark. My breath stuttered. “N-Nora…”

She gave the laziest smirk, watching me unravel while her head still rested heavy on the pillow. “Pathetic. Look at you. Bed shake from hand job. Can’t even sleep without cock inside something, hmm? You miss cage that badly Luca?”

Her words twisted something in my chest—embarrassment, arousal, desperation, and fear at how she had so casually brought up the chastity cage again. I bit my lip, thrusting harder, until finally I begged, “Please… just a little tighter…”

Nora exhaled, annoyed, but flexed her grip suddenly, knuckles going white as she gave me a crushing squeeze

“A-ah—! T-too much!” I gasped, my hips jerking back, trying to free myself from the sudden vice that had clamped down on me. Yet, even with all that spit I was unable to escape her. Yet another hint at just how strong he truly was… horrifying… intoxicating…

Her groggy eyes rolled. “Tch. First too soft, now too tight. Make up mind, Luca.” She adjusted again, this time finding a perfect middle ground—snug, smooth, enough pressure to leave me biting the pillow in a desperate attempt to hold back a whimper.

“There. Like this?” she asked, sarcasm ebbed into every word.

“Yes… G-god, yes,” I panted, hips driving into her fist.

Her lips curved in the dark, just barely visible even to me from how close she was. “Mm. You hump hand like real pussy virgin. You really this needy, Luca? For my hand? More puppy than boyfriend now. But is okay, I like boyfriend as pathetic pet. Just keep hump girlfriends hand like good boy.”

Her words, so close I could feel them vibrate against my lips now, only made my body move faster, fucking into her palm while my pulse thundered.

My hips just kept slapping against her hand— the sounds of wet friction filling the room were surpisingly loud, incredibly lewd, and were far too much like the real thing. “Nora—god, I love it. Your… your handpussy feels so good,” I gasped out, the words tumbling raw from my lips.

Her half-lidded eyes blinked at me, the faintest smirk tugging at her mouth. “Handpussy,” she repeated, almost laughing. “You even give name to it. Fine, Luca. Cute boy want more? I break promise only little, see how much you enjoy.”

Still curled on her right side facing me, she shifted slightly. Her right hand stayed tight around my cock, but she lifted her left, spitting lazily into her palm before bringing it down between us. With slow, teasing care, she cupped my balls, rolling them in her slickened grip, massaging in lazy circles.

I nearly buckled against her, the pillow muffling my strangled groan.

“Ja… now you happy? Two hands. One for cock, one for balls. But tell me, Luca…” She tilted her head, her tired eyes locked on mine, voice low and rough with sleep. “…what are you thinking while you hump owner’s hand so desperate, mm?”

My chest heaved. The words slipped out before I could stop them. “I’m… thinking about how our first time—” I faltered, swallowing hard, hips still pistoning into her palm. “It was just your mouth. I never… I never actually got to have you. So right now, I’m pretending… pretending this is you. Your pussy. Not your hand. It’s dark, I can imagine it’s really you. Like I’m… making love to you for the first time.”

Nora’s breath faltered, just barely. It was something I would have missed if we weren’t so close, but in that moment her grip loosened around me. Something my lust fueled mind instantly took notice of. Her teasing smirk softening at the edges before her hand tightened around me once more. For a moment, the sharpness in her eyes had wavered, replaced with something gentler, almost guilty.

“…Luca,” she whispered, the name carrying a weight she hadn’t used before.

“I want to kiss you,” I murmured, my voice almost breaking, my thrusts still grinding into her slick fist.

For once, she didn’t mock me. Instead, she leaned forward, closing the tiny gap between us. Her lips found mine, messy and hot, her tongue sliding into me without hesitation. It was sloppy, wet, tired, unrestrained—but it was everything.

I groaned into her mouth, fucking her hand harder as she kissed me, her left hand never stopping its slow caress of my balls, her right hand snug around my cock. In the dark, pressed against her lips, I could actually believe it. That it wasn’t her hand I was buried in, I wasn’t humping her fist like a pathetic dog in heat, it really was her.

Our mouths stayed locked, messy and hot, her tongue pushing deeper as I pumped into her handpussy. Her lips were soft but heavy with the faint, salty taste of myself still lingering from earlier, and it only poured gasoline onto the fire roaring through my veins.

Every thrust into her hand felt like more than just friction—it felt real. Like I was inside her, claiming her, like we were finally having sex and I was losing myself to it. My body burned, a heat too primal to fight off, driving me faster, harder.

I broke away from the kiss, panting against her lips. “Nora—I’m close… I can’t hold it.”

Her tired eyes stayed on mine, sharp even through the haze of sleep. “Ja, I know. Your cock… throbs so hard in my hand, Luca.” She gave a slow squeeze for emphasis, her thumb dragging lazily across my slit. “It tell me everything. Cum whenever you need. I give permission. Just… hump.”

Before I could even gasp out a reply, she leaned in again, kissing me harder this time, hungrier. Her tongue pushed into my mouth, coiling around mine in that same swirling, twisting motion she had used around my cock earlier. The memory struck me like lightning—her tongue wrapping me tight, milking me until I had no choice but to surrender.

My hips bucked wildly, grinding into her hand, no her pussy. My breath caught, and then broke apart into raw moans that spilled into her mouth as the heat finally swallowed me whole—

Her tongue coiled tighter around mine, that same spiraling motion from before, and I couldn’t take it anymore. My body went rigid, cock jerking wildly in her fist as the orgasm tore through me.

“F-fuck—Nora!” I groaned into her mouth, the sound muffled by her lips.

Just as the first surge hit, she tightened her grip, HARD, cutting me off at the base and forcing my release to throb against her hold, trapped inside me. Her other hand slipped free from my balls and moved up, steady and precise, until she shifted her grip completely. Now I was pumping directly into her open palm, her fingers spread just enough to wrap around the shaft while the center of her hand caught every drop.

It was overwhelming, the sensation from bucking into her her palm, the feel of her fingers spread along the length of my shaft, all while her fist now squeezed me at  my base. Both her hands completely enveloped me, like I truly was buried balls deep in her pussy for the very first time,

Finally, as the last weak pulses ran through me, she loosened—her tongue sliding free of mine with a wet, deliberate slurp. She pulled her hand up between us. I couldn’t see it in the dark, but I could hear it—the soft licks, the slow sucking of her fingers as she tasted me again. My imagination filled in the blanks, her eyes half-lidded, lips glistening, tongue savoring every trace of me.

“Mmm…” she purred softly, voice still thick with sleep. “Luca really try making mess out of fresh sheets. Still cum so much. Even after I swallow you before. My boy has no bottom, ja?”

I shivered at the thought, panting hard, chest heaving against hers.

She leaned forward and pressed her mouth to mine again, not teasing this time but warm, loving. The salty taste lingered on her lips as she kissed me deep, her hand still sticky with spit when she settled it against my chest before finally pulling back.

“Okay,” she whispered, nuzzling into me, her giggle soft and lazy. “You good now… right?” That dramatic pause for skepticism was feeling more like an accusation.

“Yeah…” I breathed, still trying to catch my breath, pulse hammering in my ears.

“Good,” she hummed, curling into me. “Now… poke me again before sun come up and I grabbing your cage. Silly boy.”

Her laugh melted into a sleepy yawn as she snuggled deeper into my arms. I held her close, heart still racing, until her breathing slowed back into that soft rhythm of dreams.

It wasn’t long until her gentle breathing began lulling me to sleep too. My final thoughts wondering on whether or not she was serious about the cage.