I wake up wet
with my fingers in my pussy. I’d been dreaming of you again. Only this time, I
feel you next to me, hear your slow, even breaths. I roll over, rest my cheek
on your chest, and slide my sticky hand down your stomach until my fingers
close over your cock. You’re so beautiful in sleep, so peaceful, I almost hate
to wake you.
Almost.
I slip my head
under the sheet and travel slowly down, pausing to rub my cheek against your
chest, place a soft kiss on the inside of your hip, and inhale the scent of
you, before arriving at my destination. I take your still sleeping cock in my
mouth and gently stroke and suck. I love the feel of it growing in my mouth.
Knowing that even in sleep you respond to my touch. You stir in your sleep,
soft sounds escaping your lips, but you aren’t really awake.
I sit up,
sheet falling in soft waves around my hips, kneel over you, and slowly, slowly,
slide down onto your cock. This. This is what I was I was dreaming about
earlier, the feel of your cock slipping between my lips, pressing into me,
opening me, filling me. This. Eyes closed, I smile with sleepy
contentment, and I begin to ride you ever so slowly.
Your cock
fills me. My clit rubs against your pubic bone. I run my hands up my stomach,
cupping my breasts, pinching and pulling my nipples, bringing them to
attention. I lean down and brush my lips against yours. You sigh into my
mouth. I feel the coarse hair of your chest rubbing against my nipples.
When I pull back, your eyes are half-open, a smile graces your face. You’re in
that place between waking and sleeping. Your hands caress my thighs and come to
rest lightly on my hips.
I move faster.
I take you deeper. I bring myself to the edge and back several times. I’m
not quite ready to cum yet. I’m savoring you. The pressure inside me
builds and builds.
I reach one
hand between my legs and stroke my clit. My other hand grasps my right nipple.
I feel your hands gripping my hips and I stop holding back. I ride you with
wild abandon. Head thrown back, lip between my teeth, fucking you, fucking me,
moans escaping my throat. Your eyes fly open and you begin to cum. I crash over
the edge and shatter around you, drenching us both.
I lean down
and kiss you, slip off of your cock, into your arms, and fall deeply asleep.
Hours later
you wake, not sure what was real and what was a dream, until you feel the still
damp sheets. You smile and look over. I’m on my side, back to you. The
thin cotton sheet highlights the curve of my waist, the swell of my hips. You
move closer, slide your hand between my thighs, and find me wet. Shifting me
ever so slightly, careful not to wake me, you slip your cock in my pussy.
After all,
turn about is fair play. It’s going to be a lovely morning…
