Dream Keeper (Dream Team 4)

Awesome.

But an opening act.

The main event was everything.

He finished with my mouth and I was breathing heavy, somnolent but buzzed, still tingling but tranquil.

And it was good he hooked my hip with his hand and rolled me over to my back, because I probably wouldn’t have been able to do that.

He rested his weight on me again and I stared at his face, which was fuzzy, mostly because I wasn’t focusing on it.

I was focusing on his body against mine. The bristly feel of his chest hair, the hair on his thighs scratching against my skin. His flat belly resting on mine. His weight. His heat. His still-semi-hard cock wet with me, lying against my thigh.

“Are you with me?” he asked, his voice an octave lower (an octave I liked), but also holding some amusement.

“No. I’m on a different plane.”

I felt that body I was focusing on shake with laughter that wasn’t audible.

I finally focused on his face (kinda).

“We can’t have sex again,” I told him.

His body was no longer shaking, but he was smiling. “We can’t?”

“No. Because it can’t possibly ever be that good again.”

“Wanna bet?” he asked.

Another shiver.

Auggie kissed me, it was wet, sweet and deep, but not intense.

When he broke it, he muttered, “Hit the bathroom and I’ll be back.”

I nodded.

He didn’t hit the bathroom and come back.

He tossed the pillows with shams to the floor, adjusted me in bed so I had my head on one of the pillows he left behind, tugged the comforter and sheet out from under me, pulled it over me, located his pajama pants (I hadn’t even noticed him taking them off), nabbed them…and then he went to the bathroom.

I was in the throes of trying to decide if I’d had two really great orgasms, or one that had phases, when he came back, hair a sexy mess, wearing the pajamas.

He went to the corner to turn off the dope-ass lamp there.

Then he came to bed.

After our day, the darkness of it (his folks, my family), the lightness of it (nap on his couch, Tod and Stevie), I would be super bummed if he wasn’t a cuddler. Particularly starting out the night.

I was a girl who could go my separate way once we fell asleep.

But tonight, especially, I wanted a cuddle.

I admired Auggie’s lateral muscle as he reached to turn off his reading light, then went long to turn off mine, and when he came to me, I let out a breath as he gathered me in his arms.

“I decided I had two really great orgasms, with a moment of suspended animation separating them, rather than one long one with phases,” I announced my decision.

I felt his body shaking again before he pulled me closer and asked, “Say again?”

“I came twice.”

“Yeah, I could feel. Suspended animation?”

I tipped my head back and looked at his face through the shadows. “There was this really, looooong moment where I was coming, but not coming, still, I think I was coming.”

His body shook yet again.

“It was insanely awesome,” I shared.

“Good,” he pushed out, that word vibrating with humor.

“Just so you know, I could still feel you fucking me when I was in suspended animation.”

“Thank Christ. I was worried.”

“Yeah, no, rest assured, I got it. In fact, I’m pretty sure I still feel you fucking me right now.”

He burst out laughing.

And something inside me cleared.

I’d been congested since he came back to me after shutting the door on his parents.

Now, it was gone.

When he was done laughing, he fell a little to his back, taking me with him, so I was partially lying on him, and with a squeeze of his arm around my shoulders, he said, “Seriously, I am glad to hear this, baby. I can get…intense during sex.”

Oh yeah, he could.

“Yeah, that came through,” I affirmed. “No complaints here.”

“If it’s too much, tell me to back off.”

“Aug?”

“Yeah.”

I pushed up, aimed at the vicinity of his mouth through the dark, hit the side of it but he adjusted so my lips were to his.

I kissed him, my own version of wet, sweet and deep (but not intense).

I broke it but didn’t move away before I shared quietly, “It was phenomenal. You were phenomenal. I can definitely take initiative, but it turns out that it turns me on to be, not submissive, but…”

“Guided?” he suggested when I couldn’t find the word.

“Yeah. With a strong hand.”

His voice was lighter, relieved when he replied, “Gotcha.”

“So it was perfect,” I told him.

He lifted his hands, sifted his fingers through the side of my hair, all the way down my back.

“You sleep naked?” he asked softly.

“Sure, when I have a hot guy to press up against and no kid in the house.”

“You don’t have to for me.”

“I wouldn’t if it made me uncomfortable,” I assured him.

“I like the feel of you.”