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It was a bit after 8 p.m. when Pei Ming got home. Letting himself into the apartment, he found Ling Wen sound asleep at the table with her face pillowed on an open textbook. He didn't have the heart to wake her, so he quietly unpacked the groceries and started making dinner.
When the smell of cooking food started to waft through the room, Ling Wen stirred and lifted her head. She didn't say anything, just sat there blearily and watched him. Her cheek had a mark where the edge of the book had dug into it.
“Good morning,” he said. “This is breakfast.” The joke fell flat; she just looked confused. “Not actually breakfast, it's dinner,” he clarified. “You okay?”
She grunted and stretched with her arms out in front of her, in a way that reminded him of a cat. “Yeah.”
“Food’s just about ready,” he said. She perked up a bit at that, and perked up more a few minutes later when he put it on the table. As usual, the table was covered in books, which he had to move aside before they could eat. Ling Wen was awake enough by now to stack some of the books on the floor.
They ate mostly in silence. Ling Wen wasn't very conversational when she was this tired, and talking to her was mostly talking at her while she didn't seem to absorb many of the words. After she finished eating, she started nodding off again but jerked awake before Pei Ming could say anything.
“You should go to bed,” he said.
“Can’t. Need to study.”
No you don't, he wanted to say. Instead he said, “You’ll study better if you get some sleep.”
“I just need caffeine,” she said, but she didn't move to get up.
A bit of bribery was in order. Pei Ming came around to her side of the table and laid his hands on her shoulders from behind. As expected, the muscles in her neck and upper back were tense, and she leaned into the massage. She made a sound of complaint when he stopped.
“If you come to bed, I'll do the rest,” he said.
“Not fair.” But although she grumbled, she got up, and they went through the routine of getting ready for bed.
Ling Wen emerged from the bathroom wearing only panties and a thin t-shirt that showed her nipples. While Pei Ming watched, she casually stripped off the shirt and flopped down on her stomach on the bed, scooting over to give him room.
He started the massage at the base of her skull and took his time making his way down. Little changes in her breathing informed him whenever he found a spot that needed extra attention. By the time he reached the middle of her back, the noisy breaths had become soft moans that flooded him with gratification.
Arousal colored her voice as he focused on the muscles along her spine. Her back arched under his hands every time he found a good spot, but he kept pressure on the tight muscles until she relaxed again.
When he reached the base of her spine, he hesitated, unsure if she wanted him to go further. A displeased huff answered the unspoken question. He slipped his hands under her panties to knead at her butt cheeks and was rewarded with a soft hum of pleasure.
Her panties bunched up as he kept going, revealing her outer lips along with more of her butt. Running his fingers along the line of her pussy through the fabric, he discovered a damp spot. She was hot to the touch. He rubbed her through her panties until she spread her thighs wider and lifted her hips in search of more stimulation.
“If you turn over, I'll go down on you,” he said.
“I didn't shower today,” she mumbled.
“So?”
“So I'm gross.”
“No you aren't.”
She groaned. “I'll taste bad.”
“You taste good,” he said.
“I smell bad,” she said, but she rolled onto her back and stretched with a yawn, letting her thighs fall open.
“Not true. You smell good too. I like the way you smell.”
“Liar,” she said, a little smile creeping into her voice. “Flatterer.”
“It’s not flattery if it’s the truth.”
“It's not the truth.”
“Wanna bet?” He got down between her thighs and nuzzled her folds. Holding eye contact, he deliberately nosed at her clit, making a show of sniffing it. “I don’t know… smells pretty good to me.”
Her pussy pulsed in response, and she looked away, flustered. “Fine, you can do what you want, just stop talking.”
“Seems like you like what I'm saying, though,” he teased.
“Don't push your luck,” she said, but she failed to hide her smile.
He licked her folds, basking in her taste and scent and warmth, in the feeling of her under his tongue. When he lapped at her clit, her eyes closed and her mouth fell open with a groan of relief. The sound lit up his insides. He gave in to the urge to close his mouth around her and suck. Her clit was silky soft, plump with arousal and perfect on his tongue, and when he sucked on it, she gasped, her moans changing to high keening sounds as she lost control of her voice. Her stomach muscles jumped and tensed, her thighs shivering on either side of his head. He slipped two fingers inside her slick heat and rammed them into her g-spot the way she liked, and she came with a cry, her clit pulsing under his tongue as she squeezed around his fingers in waves.
He fucked her through it with his fingers and kept going while the tension released from her body. “Falling asleep on me?” he joked. “Am I that bad at this?”
She didn't answer. Her eyes were still closed. She was actually falling asleep, he realized. The knowledge burned through his body. Entranced, he kept going as she went limp and her breathing got deeper and slower. Only then did he pull his fingers out. She didn't react; she was sound asleep.
Liquid electricity prickled in his veins. He was so hard it ached. This wasn't the first time she'd fallen asleep shortly after sex, but something was different about tonight. The way it had happened while he was still fingering her hard enough that the thrusts rocked her body…
He jerked off right there in the bed, watching her sleeping face and imagining how it would feel to fuck her like this. The guilt came shortly after he did.
***
“By the way,” Ling Wen said while they were finishing dinner the following evening. “Next time I fall asleep like that, you can fuck me if you want.”
Pei Ming choked on air. “Pardon me?”
“If I fall asleep the way I did last night? You can fuck me, it's okay.”
“You weren't asleep?”
“When?”
“Last night? When I… you know.” He made a gesture.
She tilted her head. “I was definitely asleep. What does that have to do with anything?”
“Nevermind.”
“Are you into that kind of stuff?” she said.
“I… that's… I don't know? I thought that's why you mentioned it.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Because you jerked off afterwards?”
“...Good point.”
“So you were fantasizing about fucking me in my sleep?” she said.
His ears were burning. “Maybe.”
“Well, it would be hot if you actually did it sometime, just saying.”
How did she talk about things like this with a straight face as though it was nothing? “I'll, uh, keep that in mind,” he said, willing himself not to get any more turned on than he already was.
Ling Wen reached across the table to touch his ear. “You're so cute when you’re embarrassed.”
“Thanks, I think?”
“It's a compliment. I'm complimenting you.”
Pei Ming couldn't help laughing. Ling Wen smiled.
“I think I'm going to bed early,” she said. “Want to join me?”
He did, very much.