Sex Trap

Liam startled awake. He looked at the red-numbered digital readout on the clock on the nightstand in the near lightlessness of the bedroom. It was two-thirty in the morning.
“I…I couldn’t sleep,” Miranda’s soft, feminine voice came from beside his bed.

He felt the mattress depress and squinted into the darkness. Liam was just able to see her face as she made her way over to the center of the king bed. As she came nearer, he saw to his utter shock and amazement that the girl was completely nude! Her petite, but incredibly firm-looking, symmetrical young breasts hung enticingly downward as she crawled toward him, swaying and bouncing in the scant light as she moved.

“I haven’t slept by myself in, like, forever,” she whispered, her face right next to his by now. “Is it all right if I crawl under the covers with you, Liam?”

"No!” he practically shouted, feeling her peel the covers back on his right side and slide under them. “Stop that! This is…this isn’t right!”

“Why not?” She cuddled up next to him, her bare right breast felt soft and pliant against his pajama-clad chest. “I told you I’m not comfortable sleeping alone.”

“Sweet Jesus, girl!” He pushed her away, but not very strenuously. “You shouldn’t…I mean…you can’t!”

He felt her hands, gentle and exploring, on the flannel of his nightshirt and then lower, on his pajama trousers. Right over his…

“Stop that!” He was instantly hard under her tender caress.

He could see her face just clearly enough to see that she was smiling. She wrapped her hand around his swelling shaft and stroked it gently through the flannel.

“Oh, Holy God! Stop that.” He didn't sound—even to himself—like he really wanted her to stop very badly.

“Shhhhh!” Randa kissed his cheek softly, his manhood jerked in her fist when her lips touched his face. “I’m just trying to pay you back a little for being so sweet to me.”

“But…but you don’t have to do that, Miranda!” he assured her. “I never expected…I never wanted to take advantage of…”

She shut him up by kissing him, her lips soft and moist and so lovely that he thought for a moment that he might lose it right there. Her little tongue slipped into his mouth, and he knew at that precise instant that he was as good as lost.

She’s so young and gorgeous and sensuous. Liam moaned helplessly into her sweet, succulent mouth. Oh, dear God help me, but she’s like Sex personified!

“Miranda, you don’t have to…” he panted when she finally broke off the kiss.

“I know.” She answered him, easing her thumbs down under the elastic of his pajama bottoms and tugging downward. “That’s why I want to. You’ve been so sweet to me…now just lie back and let me be sweet to you, you wonderful man.”

She pulled his pants down to his knees and unbuttoned his pajama shirt as well. She trailed skillful fingers over his chest hair and down onto his pubic fur, her mouth coming down to replace the fingers. She kissed his puckered little man-nipples one at a time, running her naughty tongue over them. He gasped with pleasure, and she kissed her way slowly downward.