Dreaming
I opened my eyes and closed them back instantly. Drowsy. Horny. Wet. Ready. Dreams of him flooded my memory making me want to seek his body for a good hard fuck. My body protested every thought. I was tired and needed more sleep. Conflicted. That place between consciousness and not held me tight and wouldn’t let go. I need to rest but I wanted to take action. The energy surrounding me held a degree of passion that wouldn’t let me shake it. I could almost feel…
Lips sucked my sensitive nipples and I moaned. There was no holding back. Lust driven, I needed to get off. I opened my eyes and saw no one but I felt a tug on my nipples and my eyes closed, back arched. I could feel the heat of his body as he kissed up my body and over my neck. I tossed my head aside giving him access. I gripped the sheets to channel all of my energy his way.
He turned my head back to him and looked into my eyes. My labored breathing encouraged my beating heart. Or was it the other way around? He started to fade and so I stopped thinking. The image of him became clearer and I felt my legs being spread wide. He used his thick erection to spank my clit into submission. Loving the sting, I cried at how good it felt. He nodded his approval and then he entered me in one long thrust. My eyes widened and I air rushed from my lungs.
“Breathe.”
I did but it was only to moan. He was so deep. I was so full. My pussy came awake all at once and it throbbed. He slid his arms beneath mine and then gripped my shoulders as he pounded me wildly. What the…
My body shook as he hit the same sweet spot repeatedly. I lifted my legs angling him directly where I wanted. My legs quivered and I gushed with every down sweep of his hips. Tears coated my face as I made indescribable noises of affirmation.
“Please don’t stop!” I begged.
I slid my fingers down to my clit as he raised his body a bit. I stroked it over and over as my body was racked with orgasm after orgasm. They were small bits of relief that were growing in intensity.
“Are you trying to make me come?” He asked.
I shook my head no. I needed him hard and thrusting to continue getting off. No, I didn’t want him to come yet. I moved my fingers faster pressing my sex button harder. What has gotten in to me?
“Me.” He said.
I moaned louder as the most intense orgasm began building. He looked at me but his rhythm faltered as I grew closer. I was pulling him in with me and his features were distorting as he fought off his own orgasm. His hand gripped my hips pulling me closer. The other hand pulled at my hair. I was being pulled underwater in a sea of passion and I was drowning. Suspended I closed my eyes as my body panicked in response to the pull that wouldn’t let go.
“Come with me.”
The sweetest release numbed me. Rapid firing sparks were setoff. One after another. Again and again. My arms were now at my sides limp and my legs were…
“Again!”
I felt a sting to my clit and then blackness.
***
The alarm clock sounded and I groaned. I fought with heavy limbs to get up and walk across the room and silence it. It was the only way to wake the non-early bird. Never opening my eyes, the steps were ingrained into my brain and so was the button pressing. Like always I walked back to the bed but my conscious warned me that there was no going back. I opened my eyes and looked at the bed that I desperately wanted to climb into. The sheets were soiled and appeared to have that same moist look that it does after sex. There were no traces of another person and yet I felt fucked. Fully awake I looked around the dimly lit room. Was it a dream?
I heard a click and ran to the living room seeing no traces of a person and the door was locked. I frowned and wiped my face with hands trying to dispose of the sleep induced fog. I pulled my hand back to my nose smelling the sweet essence of me. I moaned. Yes, I smelled delicious. No longer caring about what happened, I headed to the shower. It was time for my Saturday workout and suddenly I was feeling on top of the world; riding a high that comes natural after the best of fucks.