He left me and I cried out at the separation. Until he soothed me with his calming voice. “It’s okay Mon Cheri!” He pulled my gown off over my head and the cool air felt wonderful against my overheated flesh.
My eyes opened slowly at his indrawn breath and I saw the look of hungry need as his face tightened. His hand reached out and he traced my breasts almost reverently.
His fingertip teased my nipple until it stood tall and firm and I had to bite my tongue to keep from begging him to take me into his mouth.
I wanted in a way I never have. Dream me was freer, braver, than real me. Dream me wanted and wasn’t afraid to want. She stood before him naked, proud of the way he looked at her.
I watched now as he removed his shirt and unsnapped his trousers, my heart racing out of control. But then he stopped there and I almost moaned in protest. I wanted to see him, all of him.
There was a look of hunger in his eyes when he lifted me in his arms and moved me to the bed. Everything seemed to move slowly again. Like time standing still.
My every sense was heightened, to the point where I felt even the fine hairs on his arms as they brushed against my flesh. And the hardness of his chest against my side.
It felt so real when my back hit the mattress, even realer when his body came down on top of mine, pressing me into the feather mattress beneath.
When his fingers brushed the hair back from my face so he could look down into my eyes, when he kissed my brow so tenderly it brought tears to my eyes. It all felt so real.
He nibbled his way along my cheek until he reached the corner of my mouth where my lips met. I felt his tongue lick me there. “Open!”
I obeyed his command mindlessly, opening my mouth to accept his tongue. Our lips came together in a heat of passion. I have never been kissed like this before.
There was so much hunger, so much need; so much emotion. I felt as if I were drowning, but his arms around me kept me safe and I let myself be taken under again and again.
I felt his hardness against me through the cloth of his pants. Felt the length of his cock as it pressed between my thighs.
He started a rocking motion, back and forth, in that age-old dance of making love and I was right there with him, spurring him on with my body’s wanton movements.
His hand came up to cup my breast and I moaned once more. He caught it with his tongue and I spread my legs wider, begging without words for…something.
My body was on fire as he left my lips and made his way down, down. He nibbled his way down my heated flesh. First paying homage to my nipples with his inflaming tongue.
Too soon he left off after loving its twin, once again sucking and nibbling my flesh. He made love to every part of me until he came to rest between my thighs.
I could feel his eyes on me as he spread me open. Right before the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt happened and I arched off the bed.
It was his tongue, he was tasting me, licking me. I moved as if by some innate command as he teased me mercilessly with his wicked tongue.
Outside the wind had picked up and that cry seemed to be getting louder, stronger, closer. I didn’t care, I didn’t care about anything but the amazing feelings he’d awakened in me.
Nothing had ever felt this good. I never knew… He played me with his tongue and fingers, interchanging each time I got close, until I gripped his hair in a silent command.
And when he lifted the plump cheeks of my ass in his hands, bringing me to his mouth like an offering, sinking his tongue deeper in me, I exploded into a million shattered pieces.
I woke with a start, heart pounding, eyes wide, as I looked around the room. I was alone and yet, it felt as if they were eyes on me; watching me from within the dark.
I could still feel him here, as if he’d followed me from the shadows of my dream. And for the barest of moments I questioned. Had it been a dream? Of course it was I reassured myself as I let my head drop back to the pillow.
But my skin still tingled as if burned by his touch, and the ache, oh the sweet ache. The ache was so real. But now I felt empty. Like something had been snatched away from me.
I wrapped my arms around myself from a sudden chill as the wind calmed down outside and the last dregs of the dream slipped away. Leaving me alone with these confusing feelings, roiling away inside me.