I (30M) woke up at around 4 a.m. feeling incredibly horny. My girlfriend (27F) was lying next to me, completely unaware, fast asleep in a revealing nightgown and a thong. The sight of her like that, the way the thin fabric hugged her body, drove me wild. I couldn’t resist—I had to touch her.
I moved in closer, my hand slowly gliding over her skin, from her waist to her thighs. She’s a heavy sleeper, so I knew she wouldn’t wake up right away. The feeling of her soft body under my touch was intoxicating. I slid her thong to the side and started fingering her gently. After a few moments, she stirred, halfway waking up. In a drowsy voice, she asked, “Are you awake?” But I didn’t answer. Instead, I just kept going, teasing her with my fingers, making her wetter by the second.
Her body started responding to my touch. She began to moan softly, her hips moving in rhythm with my fingers. The excitement in me kept building, and I could tell she was getting more and more into it. Before long, she was squirming, begging for me. Her sleepy eyes opened halfway, and I could see the desire written all over her face.
I got on top of her, feeling the heat radiating between us. Slowly, I entered her, starting with gentle thrusts, enjoying how her body gripped me. Her breathing quickened, and her moans grew louder as I picked up the pace, thrusting deeper, harder. I could feel her giving herself to me completely, lost in the sensation, her hands gripping the sheets. It was the most intense, raw moment we’d ever had.
Her voice was soft, almost a whisper, as she begged, “Please don’t stop.” That was all the encouragement I needed. I flipped her over into doggy style, her favorite. I grabbed her hips, pulling her back onto me, thrusting hard and deep, the sounds of our bodies slapping together filling the room. Her moans became louder, more desperate, and I could tell she was on the edge.
The way she pushed back against me, the way her body moved in perfect sync with mine—it was driving me insane. I didn’t hold back. I gave her everything, pounding her relentlessly. Each thrust felt like fire coursing through me, and the way she responded only pushed me further. She was shaking, her body trembling with pleasure, and I knew we were both about to hit our limits.
I gave her the hardest back shots I could, and that was when she completely let go. Her body tensed, and she came hard, her moans turning into cries of pleasure. I followed right behind her, the intensity of it all overwhelming me.
Afterward, she collapsed onto the bed, completely spent. I lay next to her, catching my breath. This was the first time I had used her like that—so rough, so raw—and she loved every second of it. I could see it in her eyes, hear it in the way she whispered, “That was incredible.”
But here’s where I need to confess. I’m not sure if what I did was okay. I mean, she’s always liked it when I take control, but this time it felt different. It felt like I crossed a line. I didn’t wake her up properly. I just went for it. And even though she got really into it, I can’t shake this nagging feeling. Was it wrong to just take what I wanted without making sure she was fully awake? I didn’t ask her for permission this time, and it’s been eating me up.
She seemed happy afterward, and we’ve been fine since then, but I can’t stop thinking about it. I know she likes being dominated, but maybe I went too far. I don’t know, maybe I’m overthinking it. I just hope she knows how much I love her and that I’d never want to hurt her. Should I talk to her about it, or just let it go?