Loss of Control

As I lay there, trapped beneath Mei's sleeping form, I felt my resistance crumble. The heat emanating from her body, the gentle pressure of her breasts against my face, and the softness of her skin all combined to overwhelm me. I tried to tell myself that I was only giving in to my desires, that I was still in control, but deep down, I knew that wasn't true. I was surrendering to the inevitable, to the primal urges that had been building up inside me for so long. Without thinking, I began to move, my body responding to the proximity of Mei's. I slid my mouth across her breast, feeling her nipple harden as I made contact. Mei's body stirred, her hips shifting as she settled into my touch. Even in her sleep, she seemed to be responding to me, her body reacting to my caresses. I lost myself in the moment, my actions becoming more urgent and intense. I rolled Mei onto her back, my body covering hers as I positioned myself between her legs. It was like a switch had been flipped, and I was no longer in control. I was driven by a primal need, a desire to connect with Mei on the most intimate level possible. As I entered her, Mei's body wrapped around me, her muscles relaxing as she accommodated my thrusts. She began to move with me, her hips rising to meet my strokes, and I felt like I was drowning in her. The world around us melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in the intensity of the moment. Mei's body was like a furnace, burning hot and fierce as she responded to my touch. Even in her sleep, she seemed to be alive, her body reacting to me with a primal intensity that was both exhilarating and terrifying. I felt like I was losing myself in her, like I was becoming one with her body. As we moved together, I reached a crescendo, my body shuddering as I released my pent-up desire. Mei's body followed suit, her muscles contracting as she too reached her peak. We lay there, entwined and spent, the silence between us heavy with unspoken emotions. But as the reality of what had just happened began to sink in, I felt a wave of shame and awkwardness wash over me. I had taken advantage of Mei while she was asleep, and the thought of it made my stomach turn. I couldn't look at her, couldn't bear to see her face and know that I had done this to her. As the days went by, Mei continued to sleepwalk, her nighttime excursions becoming more and more intimate. But during the day, she seemed distant, like she was holding back. I tried to talk to her, to broach the subject of what had happened, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I was afraid of her reaction, afraid of losing her. Despite my reservations, Mei seemed to be drawn to me, her body seeking me out even as her mind seemed to be pulling away. It was like she was torn between her desire for intimacy and her need for control, and I was caught in the middle, unsure of how to navigate the complex emotions that were swirling around us.