Sara fell asleep easily, but Jamie couldn't do the same. He could feel the heat radiating from Sara on the same bed. Normally he wasn't bothered by warmth, but now he felt uncomfortably hot, especially in his groin.
He exhaled a frustrated breath and moved closer to the edge of the bed until half of his body was hanging off.
It was destined to be a sleepless night. He started to think about what he could do next. Lost in thought, his erection gradually subsided. By the middle of the night, he felt a bit drowsy. Seeing that it was almost 4 a.m., he knew he had to leave before his grandmother woke up.
Jamie rubbed his tired eyes and was about to get up when a warm, soft body snuggled up to him.
A sleepy, soft voice mumbled, "Got you... didn't finish touching you last night and you ran away..."
Before Jamie could process the surprising information in her sleep talk, he felt a soft, warm hand slip under his pajama shirt, moving deftly over his abdomen.
In the darkness, his eyes widened, and he held his breath. After a moment, he let out a shallow exhale, his gaze darkening. He swallowed, his voice barely a whisper. "Sara?"
"Shh!" Sara said impatiently. "Don't talk. Hurry and take your pants off before I wake up."
Jamie was stunned, his mind briefly going blank. He blurted out incredulously, "Take off?"
Sara ignored him, her hand now on his abs. She pressed her palm against his lower abdomen and tried to slip it into his pajama pants.
Jamie instinctively grabbed her hand. Once he had done it, he felt a bit regretful, worried about waking her up.
Fortunately, Sara's sleep was deeper than he had anticipated. Instead of waking up, she spoke more boldly, "Don't push me away. I almost have it!"
Jamie took a couple of deep breaths, picked up his phone, and turned on the recording. His expression was one of restrained desire, but his voice was full of genuine panic. "Sara, what are you doing?"
Sara's tone was matter-of-fact. "Touching you. Didn't you say I could touch you last night?"
Last night?
A flash of darkness crossed Jamie's eyes. His voice was lower, seemingly surprised. "Last night? When did I say that... Sara, do you know who I am?"
He waited with bated breath for her answer.
A few seconds later, she murmured softly, "Jamie, just let me touch you."
A smile tugged at Jamie's lips, his eyes filled with a swirling mix of emotions, turning them into an unfathomable black. He whispered, "Sara, don't mess around."
Yet, the hand holding hers guided it downwards, slipping half a hand under the loose waistband of his pants. After a moment of hesitation, his fingers hooked the edge of his underwear.
When her warm palm touched his pubic area, his erection swelled even more. Jamie stifled a groan and guided her further down.
The phone recorded his voice, full of alarm. "Sara, no, you can't!"
The next moment, Sara's bossy voice came out, a bit fierce. "Just let me touch it, don't be a wuss!"
That was enough for the recording. Jamie turned off the phone, a smile playing on his lips. He whispered softly, "Alright, go ahead and touch all you want."
