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I’ve woken up from the most delicious sexual dream to find myself wet and aching; the tips of my breasts pebbled and your masculine scent stuffed up my nostrils. You’re lying beside me and as the dream ebbs away, there’s just you. Although maybe it was you in my nighttime reverie, since you already fill my days with enough distraction as it is.
You must’ve got back late because I didn’t hear you come in. It’s been a hot night and we’ve both slept naked on top of the covers. Because you weren’t here to fall asleep with, I had to take my panties off to pleasure myself, but the bra is still on. I thought I’d leave that for you to enjoy when you got home—but maybe you were too tired when you got in?
I can’t help but become even more aroused by the sight of your tanned, thick body lying there next to mine, completely at ease as you sleep on your belly.
Shutting my eyes for a second, I briefly remember some of the dream. You were definitely there, and I think I might not have dreamt it, after all. I think a couple of hours ago you slid your finger into my wetness and I came in my sleep, the roughness of your ministrations eliciting such cries from me—that maybe it was or wasn’t real. Who knows? All I know is that whatever did happen, it has left me wanting so much more.
But would I be so wild as to sleep with my pussy on display for you when you got back? Probably. And then would I be so wild as to let you touch me while half-asleep? Almost definitely! Since we trust one another implicitly, this wild love affair of ours having devoured us whole.
I still remember our first date. You were so nervous, as was I, but I think I was probably just a bit better at hiding it. You thought I didn’t want to be kissed at the end of our date—which turned out to be ice skating, which I love—and so I had to make the first move. And after I did, that was it. We went back to my place that night and you couldn’t stop. I didn’t want you to. What made me fall was just how seriously you made it your duty to make sure I was pleasured. That has not changed in all these months and I still can’t get enough.
My love, you stir a little as I stroke your back and I see the corner of your mouth curve up. Am I to believe you never got your fill last night? Or are you greedy?
You rarely give me a chance to enjoy your body, so that’s what I’ll do for now as you continue to lie between awake and asleep. Stroking your firm rear and teasing my fingers along the seam of your butt, that might be because I’m beginning to remember something else from the dream. Or half-asleep foreplay. Whatever it was, it was beautiful.
In my dream/reality, you teased a finger into my bottom and I banged back against your hand, riding you until I came. Then you licked my asshole until I raised my bum high…
Then the dream ended. No!
So, that’s why I’ve woken like this. Our new thing—butt play—has become a little bit of an obsession and I only want more and more.
Impatient, I resort to measures designed to wake you for sure—nibbling and biting your round, firm rear. You groan at that and I can’t help but feel a little victorious. Then as I whisper your name and nibble the skin closer to your anus, you shudder awake and wriggle around. Your full balls are quite the sight between your slightly spread legs and the anticipation of finding out if you’re already hard has me panting.
I no longer feel the cool morning air against my pussy as I lean over, kissing the backs of your thighs. Now I only sense heat and desire, nothing else.
It requires very little effort at all to get you to roll over finally, and fuck if my sexual dream hasn’t come true, because you’re already hard enough to slide straight into me and your slit is shiny with precum.
There’s only one thing I require at the sight of your arousal and it is to taste you, so I do. I devour you. Long, thick and hot, your cock is perfect and yes, that first night, I quickly learned how lucky I was. Not only do you have stamina, but a thick stump, too. What a dream you are! The saltiness of your head and the muskiness of your length leave me breathless, and even as I enjoy the solidity of your cock, I’ve not forgotten about your heavy balls. Clearly unemptied.
So you came home, made sure I came, but you didn’t…
Interesting.
Saving yourself for me?
Too tired?
Or waiting for a special moment?
Sucking your big, full balls, then hoovering your cock again, I can’t help but feel empty and wonder if there might be a world in which there are two of you. So there’d be one to fuck me as I suck another one of you, since merely sucking the hot hardness of your body drives me almost to the edge. Almost It’s impossible not to love how easily you reach arousal and how wet and ready I was before I even touched you. I guess that’s the power of being in love.
And in exchange for your ardent devotion—denying yourself last night—I’ll make sure you know just how much I need and want you. Appreciate you. Love you.
Once you’re fully hard, I lean over your broad body, and we kiss. I watch your eyes come alive as though for a while there, you too thought this was a dream. But now you’re awake and seeing again. Your arms wrap around me and you kiss me deeply, very much alert and surprised at the suddenness of this early-morning passion between us.
Climbing onto your solid, hunky body, I can’t wait to get you inside my throbbing, aching pussy. Your nostrils flare because you can smell my sweet nectar. Yes, I’m dripping for you. Still wet from whatever you did to me in the night, and now, even wetter for wanting more and more… that thought driving me insane. Then your eyes turn greedy as I sheathe you inside my tight walls. The fit of your girth is exquisite, a little bit painful at first, but I still can’t wait to ride you recklessly… and so I don’t deny myself. Lifting to the tip, then slamming back down, holy shit you’re good. Too good. Hot, solid and swelling me to excess. Taking my greedy pussy’s demands of you without even a slight grimace. Nor have you ever complained about my endless libido and that’s another reason I can’t help but love you.
Your big hands are on my bottom, encouraging me to take more and more, your strong grip rocking me along the length of your spear. Yet it’s when you softly caress my back up and down, the delicate touch of your fingertips intoxicating as I begin to ride harder, that I lose my senses. Meanwhile, your cock hardens even more, and when you pull my bra cup down to suckle a breast—the sensitivity at my nipple ricochets right into the centre of my belly.
But I give you a look that says I don’t want you to remove the bra. I had plans and they involved me being unwrapped slowly. Now we’ve got ourselves a different, much better situation, in fact—a place in between dreams and reality. And my lingerie being only half present couldn’t represent that better!
Darling, you’re always here whenever I need you and this morning is no different as I use you to fill up my body so I don’t feel so empty. Circling and then crashing down onto you, you take it all, never impatient for it to end. Even with how wet I am, and how naughty it is to hear my body slapping against yours, you don’t try to take your own pleasure before I’ve had enough of you. And there’s plenty of you to enjoy and enjoy you I must.
We switch positions so you can adore me, and I love the feel of your kiss like this as I lie beneath you. It’s something about the way you’re in charge, plus your mouth and tongue are more insistent too with the effects of gravity, and fuck, if I don’t just want to be your prey for the time being.
Sliding back inside me, you fuck me deeper and I swell even more around you, opening for you. Sloshing around between the walls of my now-gaping sex, a feral temper enters your eyes and I let you fuck me how you like. Fast, then slow, deep, then shallow. Selfishly, then carefully. Anything at all. Just give me everything.
And then fuck, but when you withdraw without any warning, only to go down on me…
Your long, hot tongue takes its fill of me. I can’t deny this is one of the greatest weapons in your arsenal. Especially as you kiss my pussy like you kiss my mouth, making love to my sex like you’re communicating to her, the same as you do me. Except because it’s where I pee and cum from, it’s so much filthier and more beautiful. Especially when your rugged beauty beams and you smile as you’re doing it.
I’m so close, my excitement almost rushing to the surface when you remove your mouth. A complaint begins to rise in me, but then you move back into place and swiftly deliver a thorough fucking, rocking over me deeply until I come around your cock, clutching and leaking, your powerful hips forcing me into submission.
Your kisses taste of my juice, and I can’t get enough of your body, my hands sliding over your heavy shoulders and boulder-like arms, then down over your massive pectorals and your tight, tanned stomach. Oh, and around your delectable ass. I’ve fondled your tush quite a bit this morning and my hope is… for some butt play like we had a few days ago. Yes, please. I’d like some more of that. But are my signals enough for you to figure out what I want?
Evidently, you’re not going to be easily pleased because in the aftermath of my first orgasm, you go for another, fucking me blind almost until I’m nearly off the edge of the mattress.
It’s only when I gesture to the lube and vibrator I used last night, discarded at the edge of the bed, that you realise I’m not going to be easily satisfied this morning. Nor do I think you will be either.
You hand me the vibrator to play with while you take the lube and smear some of it over the tip of one finger. Using this wetness, you begin to stroke inside my anus, and once the initial shock is over, I bite my lip at the sensation of nerves that suddenly catch fire.
Occasionally you tongue my clit, too, the fullness inside my tightest channel becoming less of a burden as you ease open a pathway. Soon I’m deciding I might be ready for more, but you want to make sure I’m ready, using two fat fingers instead of just one. The sensation is so sensitive, but I trust you. Gradually, I have the overwhelming urge to bear down and open up to you—and that’s when you know.
Though you don’t get overexcited or too eager. You’re in no hurry to plough me. That might be why I’ve only ever done this with you—not just because we’re in love—but also because you’re patient, skilful and tender.
However, using the vibrator also helps to fully relax my body and allow for the extra tightness that’s coming not to feel so intrusive—and not all male partners are confident of their woman bringing a toy into the situation. A few of my ex-lovers weren’t. Just another in a long line of reasons to love you!
So, after soaking your cock inside my pussy, you withdraw and slowly enter my other entrance instead. I’m continuing to use the vibrator to stimulate the area and keep myself relaxed, but you really find entry because of all the work you’ve done up to now.
Oh god though, how big you feel in my bottom! How good. How stubbornly I open for you, but eventually, I do!
How much I’ve needed this because I need you everywhere—but specifically like this—because it’s something that’s just for us, since nobody else could tempt me to try it, not before now.
At first, you’re rubbing your head in and out; I appreciate that as I get used to the intrusion and become wetter. Then your dark nipples seem to get even more chocolate-brown as you start to fuck me a little deeper, my toy making me super aroused and extra lubed, enough that you can swing your hips and fill my bottom a lot more.
Then as we both look down and watch, you’re obviously delighted by how deeply I’ve let you into me, while I can’t stop looking at the amount of juice on my vibrator and that which is coating your cock.
Oh fuck, it is so fucking naughty when you rock your hips like that, slowly and with no hurry. You’re a man in charge and you’ve got things under control.
I don’t see it coming when you withdraw and enter my vagina instead to collect more wetness for your insatiable desire! It’s so confusing to one moment be full at the back, then at the front.
The front stretches easily but is connected to my clit, yet the back is tighter and uniquely sensitive, too. I can barely focus when you fuck my ass again—and it’s even more confounding when you lean over to kiss my mouth at the same time as fucking my ass. Love and anal sex don’t go together, right? Except they do, they really do, because as you kiss me,my ass loosens even more, and I want you to plough me harder.
You know this, and that’s why we switch positions so you’re spooning me, able to push deeper into me from behind. You get so deep, I hear you curse under your breath, and as I ease the tip of the vibrator into my vagina, everything becomes a lot tighter, and I moan at the same time as you’re hissing and sucking in breath faster.
I lean back for your kisses, and suddenly we’re fucking as swiftly and as deeply as if it were pussy fucking, but you’re being squeezed so much harder, and every nerve in my body feels prickly, especially those in my bottom. With every drag, I can hardly stop myself screaming. I need to come!
You wet your cock again in my pussy, and it’s just as infuriating as before. I’d be happy to let you savage my pussy instead, since it’d be so much swifter and rougher, but we’re not content with that. Not today.
Your slickened cock returns to my dinkier territory, and you’re determined, I can tell, though your movements are less rhythmic because you’re getting close, too.
I start to come with the aid of the vibrator and my own fingers, but once there’s no stopping things, you let go and fuck me savagely, after all… and I adore it, being pounded by your thick, hard length until I can’t even remember my own name. The sound of your body hitting mine, not to mention the way my wet flesh refuses to bow, and then… oh, then… your grunts as you get closer and closer…
My orgasm is deeper and more painful than usual, absolutely shattering towards the end, in fact, and almost too much to bear. Too heightened, too many emotions bubbling beneath the surface, my hips and lower back throbbing with release. I can’t find any breath for a moment and the way my body squeezes makes it painful for you, too. Though you are not going to be deterred, that’s clear!
I’m flipped on my front for you to gain your own pleasure and I’m happy to take you so you can achieve it. Unshackled, you use my slaked ass and ride me like a man possessed, taking exactly what you want, and I enjoy the pure and simple pleasure of you being able to fuck me in the ass unencumbered and free.
You withdraw so you can decorate my buttocks with your cum, and then I can also enjoy the evidence of your desire for me… on display.
After that, you’re gentle, and we’re relaxed as you hold and kiss me.
“You were so ready for me,” you whisper in my ear.
“I was dreaming about you… was it real?” I ask, grinning.
“Does this feel fucking real?” you ask, sliding your semi-hard cock back into my behind.
“God, yes!”
It feels so fucking real.
The End