Better Than A Dream

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…

Study Break

I wake up, tousle-haired and bleary-eyed, look across the room and see your face in the glow from your laptop. Even through the haze of sleep, I can see your exhaustion, the tension in your face. 

You’re still working, but I know that good work doesn’t happen after 3 am.

I slip out of the covers and cross the room. You look up and see me coming towards you, clothed only in light and shadow. You slide your chair back from your desk, and I kneel at your feet. You know what I want.  You reach out and caress my face, your knuckle coming to rest under my chin. You trace my lips with your thumb and I take it between my teeth, sucking slightly on the tip. A slow, easy smile spreads across your face and is mirrored by mine.

I lean up, my breasts pressing against your bare chest, arms twined around your neck, and kiss you. It’s a slow, lazy kiss, the kind that builds. My lips trail slowly from your mouth to your neck, across your chest, stopping pay homage to your collarbone, to each nipple. My nails follow my lips lightly.

When I reach your belt, I stop and unbuckle your pants, pulling your already hard cock free. I stroke from the tip to the base and squeeze. My tongue darts out for a taste.  And with that taste, I am lost. I envelop your cock in my mouth, stroking with lips and tongue. My hands explore every inch of exposed skin, as I continue to suck.

Your taste sets me on fire and soon I am drenched. Your cock still in my mouth, I reach down and press my fingers into my pussy. I pull them out, wet and sticky, and slip them into your mouth.  Staring into one another’s eyes, you lick and suck my fingers and plunge your cock deeper into my throat. But you want more than just a taste. 

You push me up and back, until I am sprawled across your desk, papers slipping underneath my ass. My knees fall open, my head drops back, and I feel your breath on my thighs. I quiver.  Your tongue dances across my clit, plunging briefly in my pussy, and back out. You feel so fucking good. Your fingers slip inside me and you fuck me hard and fast, all the while licking and sucking. You feel me start to tremble. My body goes rigid. Everything is happening so fast. I’m on the edge, but know better than to cum without permission. I don’t know how much longer I can wait. I’m gasping for breath. My knuckles are white from clenching the edges of the desk.

“Cum for me, little one,” you whisper against my clit.

And I cum. I cum in gushing squirts across your face, in your mouth, and still you don’t stop.  Your fingers keep fucking me as you stand and are swiftly replaced by your cock. I feel the width of you, sliding in, filling me, pressing deeper and deeper. I sit up, wrap my legs around your waist and my arms around your neck. You stand, still inside me, and sit back on your chair.  My toes only just touch the floor and I ride you. 

Your hands cup my breasts. Your fingers pinch and roll my nipples, which are hard as stones under your touch. You find them with your lips and teeth, at first soft and then so hard that I cry out.  All the while my pussy slides up and down on your cock, hungry to be filled over and over again. 

Our mouths find each other. My arms wind around your neck. Yours wrap around my back, hands on my shoulders, anchoring us together as our hips snap in rhythm.  You’re so deep inside me that the line between pleasure and pain blurs. Your teeth find my neck and bite down as you cum. I shatter around you and your cum mingles with mine, soaking my pussy, spilling out. We are both drenched and trembling. 

Our breathing shallow, we rest against one another for a few moments. When we can stand, you save your work, take off the rest of your clothes, we curl up in bed, the good kind of exhausted, and sleep.

What Might Have Been

You enter the hotel suite and drop your bags. Travel weary, you look up. Your eyes note the sprawling bed occupying half the room, slide past the sunken garden tub, and settle on me. 

Naked, I kneel next to the tub, sitting back on my heels, arms clasped behind my back, so that the steam from the tub swirls up and around my breasts, caressing my face.  Our eyes lock, and the ephemera of everyday life melts away. Time. Distance. Nothing matters. All that remains is you, and me, and the palpabale want between us.

You cross the room, shedding your shoes and shirt, and stand before me barefoot, bare chested, and absolutely glorious. Your scent floods me with a thousand memories and makes me weak. You stand over me, eyes boring into mine, and reach out to take my hand. I stand, and with a flick from your eyes, unbuckle your pants, stripping you of the last of your clothes and together, we step into the swirling, knee-deep water.

Your hands find my face, pulling me too you. Your mouth devours mine. We are so beyond hungry for one another that we’re shaking. Forehead to forehead, eyes closed, we slowly breathe one another in.

“Little One,” you sigh, and a shudder runs the length of my spine. With one name you have reclaimed me.

Still standing in the water, you circle me, examining me with eyes and fingers that trail over my skin, noting every change, every imperfection, every blush, every tremor. I blossom under your gaze.  Your hands find my breasts, your fingers my nipples. They stand at attention for you, pert, jutting forward, begging for your continued attention. One hand slides down my belly and nestles between my legs, feeling the heat from my pussy, the moisture that has nothing to do with the tub.

Heat courses through me. I nearly choke on my desire, but I know better than to ask. I must wait for your command. I remember well how to please you.

Your inspection complete, you kiss me lightly on the lips, and settle onto the edge of the tub. You smile at me, reading the near desperate want in my eyes, and nod. I sink to my knees in an instant, the water coming up to my breasts, the bubbles tickling them as they float on the surface. My arms wrap around your waist, and I swiftly bury your cock in my mouth. In that moment, the world is perfect. Your taste…your feel. I’ve been waiting so long to experience it again.

I pull back and smile up at you. Your eyes are closed, your face is peaceful, and then your hand finds the back of my head and pushes me back down onto your cock. With that gentle push all the permission I need, I lick and suck you in earnest. My hands roam freely, exploring your body, causing waves of goose bumps to race across your skin. All the while I consume you. Licking. Sucking. Nibbling. Burying you so deeply in my throat that I gag, over and over again. I want you. I want to taste you. I want to feel your cum spilling down my throat more than I have ever wanted anything.

Your cock grows enormously hard in my mouth, your knuckles whiten as your hand wraps tightly in my hair, your hips thrust against my mouth, my arms wrap tightly around your waist, and you cum in hot, gushing spurts down my throat, giving us both what we have been needing so badly, for so, so long.  

As your spasms subside, I lick the last drops of cum off, and nuzzle my face against you. You slide down into the tub, lift my face to yours, and kiss me. It’s neither gentle, nor hard. With one kiss you claim me body and soul. 

Tenderly, we bathe one another, towel each other dry, and curl up on the bed. Me, lying in your arms, content. You, cradling my head on your chest, sated. We drift off to sleep for a few hours, already anticipating the decadence that awaits us when we wake…