Enjoy a Peaceful Sleep: Dream With Ease
In the wee hours of the morning, her eyes were fixed on mine, sending my wild imagination racing. Her full, luscious lips uttered soft whispers I couldn't quite decipher, igniting a path of arousal which could only lead to one thing - an erupting orgasm.
She didn't need to utter a sound, her actions spoke volumes. As she relished in my palpable desire, she descended onto me like a feline seeking its prey, gently swaying her derrière over my rampant dick. The angle was perfect, and her hand moved rhythmically to stimulate the very tip of my pearl. I held my breath as the pleasure and tension built, knowing I was about to explode.
Sensing my climax upon her, she leaned close, nibbling on my earlobe and breathing huskily, "Let it go."
And I did.
Sinking her teeth into my neck, I surrendered to that intimately oppressive sensation and gave in to pleasure, coating her sweet tunnel with thick pearly fluid.
Awaking at dawn, my heart pounded with leftover adrenaline and my senses were on high alert. I caught a glimpse of my beautiful wife in the other corner of the room, sound asleep with an adorable furrow between her eyebrows. I pondered if she'd been subjected to my own sultry fantasy - but I knew better than to wake her just yet.
As the morning sun filled the room with its warm hues, I was startled to notice the wet spot on lower abdomen.
Better clean that up, I thought, unwilling to drench the sheets under the weight of my massive erection.
Reluctantly, I moved from my spot on the bed, only to receive a playful poke from her sleepy hand.
"You were moaning in your sleep, love." She quoted dreamily, her voice filling the room with arousal and chuckles.
Fuck, this was an erotic dream all right.
"Uhh, yeah, it was... pretty active." I responded nonchalantly, hoping she wouldn't draw my secret to an end.
"Oh really, show me how active it got." She taunted, her heavy-lidded eyes seemingly paying no attention to my dismay.
I wonder what she had in mind, moving toward her and sitting by her side. My heart began to race, fearing she might ask me to play with my engorged member right there.
Alas, she moved behind me and pressed her plump breasts against my back, my head propped against her shoulder, my limbs relaxing in her embrace.
In his state, I struggled to breathe but welcomed the warm, loving touch. I couldn't help but react, my arousal reeling from her close proximity.
Her fingers traced the length of my engorged manhood, stroking and kneading my glans.
Her eyes held a wicked glint as if knowing she had me at her mercy.
A burst of pleasure surged through me, precum oozing out in excitement. Awaken my fantasy.
"Excuse me?" I teased, attempting to cool her down.
"You feel good." She whispered her words, gliding her hands up and down my shaft, squeezing lightly.
My eyes widened as I tried to breathe while she edged me closer to the edge with a familiar rhythm.
I tensed and bit my lip as we neared the long-awaited moment, her touch causing me to ejaculate, leaving a copious amount of cum on her hand and bedsheets.
"I knew you wouldn't want to cum." She smirked, careful to clean it from her touch, the smirk responding to her sensual satisfaction.
"Drop dead!" I cried out, berating her mischievousness as her hand left my cock and stood.
Again, she teased, holding out her clean hand, "Say you'll never manipulate me ever."
"How the hell do people believe that?" I responded, hoping her hand would return to its playful antics.
"Because I think you secretly love it. And so do I." She spoke, grinning and rolling on to her back.
My eyes emerged from their resting place, finding a nefarious smile upon her lips.
She demanded my lips to descend on her neck. So I did. With a promise of greater satisfaction.
Was it a dream? Maybe. But for now, I would allow myself to rest in its seductive memories.
I stayed quiet for a moment, my arousal starting to wane after the unexpected orgasm I just experienced. My balls burned even more.
"Damn it... I can't handle much more of this." I shot her a look with a mix of pain and longing.
"You're going to have to, I'm just going to get dressed and leave now."
"I can't believe you..." My mind played out images of her naked on the bed, completely exposed to me. I even thought about trying to pull her back onto the bed when she got up.
"Don't even think about it." I heard her say as she was trying on a bra.
"What?" I asked in a sweet, innocent voice, masking the filthy thoughts in my head.
"I'm not letting you have me this morning, and I can hear the gears turning in your head. Sounds like a bomb ready to explode."
Arg! The torture continued. I released a deep sigh as my day continued.
Most of the day passed without any issues. A couple of suggestive bends that didn't need to be so straight, a few brushes past me with her chest, and she even grabbed me through my pants while I was washing up.
One time she even bit the back of my neck as she brushed up against me.
"Why? Why do you always bite?"
Cleaning the house, it was tidy but not spotless, kids in their beds. It was time for a movie or two, maybe she was in the mood for her true crime series that I've grown fond of.
We sat, munching silently while watching a murder investigation scene on TV.
"It was 100% him." She said, pointing at someone I missed as I looked away.
"Which one, sorry?" I asked, a bit dazed by the sudden break in our silence.
"There. Him!" She said emphatically, pointing at the TV with her fork.
"He certainly fits the part."
"He did it, and he'll run when they catch on."
"They always run in these shows." I commented as I leant my head back to look up at her.
She's gorgeous... the pinnacle of beauty to me.
I flipped back to looking at my plate and the TV, a few moments pass before I hear the clink of the cutlery against an empty plate.
"Good food I hope?" I asked, still watching TV.
"Yes, thanks. Stuffed mushrooms are one of my favorites."
When I finished eating, I reached for her plate. Only to find her sat there, her low-cut shirt pulled down, showing off her chest completely.
"Um, it looks like you've fallen out a bit there." I mentioned, not trying to hide my staring.
"Yep, I'll just have to tuck them back in.." she rolled her eyes.
Why is an eye roll so damn sexy?
"I'd rather you didn't. They're just perfect how they are."
I stood up, taking her plate and taking hers before sitting back down.
"I'll take the plates out." The order came authoritatively as I stole one last look at her breasts before I got up to head to the sink.
My blood was still burning, I felt as though it could boil inside me and explode. It had been four days since this all started, her suggesting things, and the subtly more direct touches and dirty comments.
I asked her if she wanted to come lay on me.
I don't think she heard me from her armchair, as I perched myself on the sofa and got a cushion ready in case she did join me.
After a few minutes, she stood up and went to what I assumed was the bathroom before returning and sitting next to me, putting her head on the cushion.
I lowered my arm over her shoulder and gently rested it between her neck and chest, using my other hand to play with her hair.
The TV became softer and softer as my thoughts returned to the naughty side of my brain, images of her naked, her body pressed against mine, two souls melded together, completely immersed in each other's presence.
I was pulled back to reality when I heard her voice fill the room.
"He did it, I knew it! Ha, I'm getting good at this."
"You'll make a great detective at this rate." I joked, earning a pinch on my arm.
"Ow..." I didn't know why I said "ow", it didn't hurt... if anything it was pleasant.
"Did I hurt you?" She smirked sweetly, batting her eyes at me.
"Ouch... I think I need to go to hospital." My response was filled with sarcasm.
"Oh sorry, my dear, did I really injure you?" As I felt her bite my forearm with impressive force.
"Ow!" My back arched and a breath grew in my chest as I felt the pain.
"Sorry, did I hurt you?" She smiled coyly.
"I'm fine, but was that really necessary?" I responded sarcastically.
"Let's just say I wanted to dominate." She winked at me, her eyes heavy with lust.
"That wasn't a pleasant experience, was it?" I murmur as I come down from the intense high, feeling my pants a bit more snug than they were 10 seconds prior.
"I thought it was fine, and I know you did too." She glances at my crotch.
Absolutely, she knows me all too well when it comes to being bitten or marked.
Sigh, it seems this teasing situation I find myself in will never end, desperately craving to give in to my desires yet held back.
She laughs a little and goes back to watching TV, her attention barely focused on the screen while my thoughts wander off into stimulating fantasies, partly paying attention to the TV while mostly glancing down at her exposed cleavage.
"I would enjoy flicking a nipple with my tongue right about now." My brain whispers to me, and I find myself in agreement. I'll do just about anything for her at this point.
For now, I content myself with running my fingers across the uncovered skin on her chest and playing with her hair.
The show finally comes to an end after a long 30 minutes simply stood on shaking ground - time seems to have stood still. Time's inconsistent behavior puzzles me; usually, daydreaming speeds it up, but today it seems to have slowed it down.
My thoughts are at odds with each other, along with intense testosterone and oxytocin levels, and the pleasurable feelings caused by her touch - it's almost like having live wire contact with my skin.
Hormonally, I'm in beast mode, ready to tear off clothes to reach what I desire. Literally, a chastity belt wouldn't even hold me back.
My senses have never been stronger in this dim light, colors are more vivid than before, smell more potent, hearing more exact, and touch more electrifying, given the way her fingers run over my arm.
Unfortunately, my daydreaming is interrupted when she gets up and leaves the room.
It's probably time for the bathroom break again.
A few moments pass, and she strolls back into the living room, tossing something at me absentmindedly. The throw catches me right in the head, blocking my vision briefly. Thankfully, it's not hard.
I start to uncover my sight, and I notice I had some objects on top of my head from that throw. I pull at them and notice my hand come into contact with a thong; the side facing me soaked in...well, her.
As I remove the thong, my brain goes into overdrive - an even bigger problem than before. The scent emanating from it is potent enough to drive me into a frenzy. After 4 whole days of teasing, I'm primed to explode.
"I thought I'd see where that landed," I hear as I take out the thong.
I look up and she stands in the doorframe, bathed in warm lighting from the hallway, showing off her naked body as her lit side shines from the TV's still playing screen.
Her eyes blaze with a fiery intensity, piercing mine as she saunters to the stairs.
"I got something you've wanted for four days," she says in a low, seductive tone.
Before I can even utter a response, she opens her legs, revealing her to me, her vulva and public hair glistening with arousal at the very edge.
"You can say that," is all I can manage to stammer out.
"Then take it, take me."
I kneel at the edge of the bed, still completely clothed, and gently place one of her legs on my shoulder, bending it to kiss my way down, climaxing my journey to the holy grail of desire.
One lick of her lips and I hear a quiet, low breath from her. The response drives me to the brink of excitement.
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I part her pussy lips with my lips and tongue, swirling around it as my hands cup her ass with a possessive squeeze. She moans loudly as my tongue darts around her clit. I hear her trembling with each frenzied movement of my tongue, ultimately resulting in an explosive release.
I rise up, and gradually take off my own clothing, as I do so, her gaze trails over my body. Next, I discard my boxers and am pleasantly surprised to see my arousal standing out much more noticeably than hers.
My heart is beating rapidly, I'm flushed, and my erection seems to throb in time with my heartbeat, leaving me feeling as though time has come to a standstill.
Back to kissing and licking her legs, I indulge myself, considering her to be a goddess who requires worship. My tongue whimsically performs its own dance, it's secret performance specifically for her, taking my tongue wherever I please. Diving deep into her own heat, tasting her nectar like a bee at a flower.
I resume my oral explorations on her lips with my tongue, and can't help but notice the trickle of pre-cum escaping me.
There's no other thought of anything else but her, she's all that matters, and I anticipate that I'll make her cum on my tongue.
"This feels, so damn good." She murmurs, her fingers running through my hair as I continue my attentions. Her legs quake every time I deliberately jab myself against her clit, I like that. It has always been a turn on for me.
"Fuck...." Her grip on my hair becomes tighter, I'm well accustomed to this sound. I hold back, applying more pressure, intensifying the flicks over her.
Then comes the climax, her body shuddering, attempting to escape my tongue, her legs pushing my head aside and her hand urging me downward.
"Oh, fuck me..." As she continues to orgasm, I can't help but notice how she holds it for as long as she can, riding the wave of pleasure through her own body.
I take a moment to wipe my face clean with a nearby towel.
"This tasted so damn good." I remark, my breaths slightly heavier than usual as I feel the testosterone build up deep within me.
"Come." She instructs, urging me forward towards her. I move my body over hers and plant a passionate kiss on her lips as she nibbles mine playfully.
She positions me, her touch resulting in mini-lightning sparks all over me. A droplet of pre-cum lands between her lips, coating it with my own saliva and her wetness.
"I want you inside me. Now." Her vocal command instructs me to slide into her, where I've been longing to be for days.
I obey, kissing her intensely before gliding into her, pressing all of me against her warmth, feeling her cervix latch onto my glans, both of us groaning into each other's mouths, our tongues knowing a rhythm only we do.
With the same rhythm, we find ourselves meeting in the middle, our skin connects, making that unmistakable noise that would surely confuse any casual listeners. We have become one.
The pleasure consumes us, wrapped around her, I'm close to my climax. I try to restrain myself, I'm not ready to cum just yet.
She moves away, giving me a silent signal to remove myself from her and lie down.
Straddling me, she settles atop me, hands pushing against my chest as she seats herself on me.
Silently, her hands move to brace herself, as she leans forwards and begins to move her hips, instruction clear in her eyes, all referring to me.
"Go on." I say, eagerly encouraging her to speed up.
Her hands change position, laying on her elbows, her lips above my own, as she begins to pump herself back and forth, pulling me out and then plunging me back inside.
"Take my cum." I suggest, "Don't give me a choice, take it for yourself."
A sly grin meets my gaze, knowing I'm close, I place my hands on her bum and encourage her to speed up.
She moves her hands once more, resting on either side of my head, her face above my own. She starts to twerk on me.
Moments ago, I was replaying a dream about her, yet I never told her about it. I was engrossed in a fast-paced, exciting story. Those hips, I can't get enough of them. They match what I was dreaming of perfectly.
Starting to feel it, she's squeezing me back to that ideal angle I've been fantasising about in my dream, my frenulum being overly stimulated by her back walls, which would even be more interesting with a plug. I'm moaning, loud and audible and she delights in the sound. These sensations from her are close to sending me over the edge.
The pulse begins, I know she's noticed it. She picks up the pace a little. I no longer have the stamina to hold back.
She's not allowing me to last, stealing the experience from me, I don't mind.
More pulses, heightening the massaging effect I'm experiencing.
"I can't hold it, I can't..." I whimper under her. "Oh god."
"Cum for me now." The soft demand to cum from her ear resonates in my mind.
These magical words have unlocked a desire. I can't help but respond.
Further pulses, the massaging effect grows stronger.
"Cum for me." She insists, never breaking eye contact and I shake under her.
The pulse repeats, my testicles are aflame and the build up is overwhelming.
I have no power over this.
"Cum." She commands, her approach to pleasing me is clear to me.
"Oh god..." The impending climax approaches, gravity unable to hold me here.
"Cum now." The soft demand becomes insistent. Unable to resist.
Impending climax. I start to gasp.
"Cum now." Feeling no need to protest.
A cataclysmic event, poised for release.
"Cum for me." Relinquishing control and I'm swept away.
I struggled to breathe properly, holding on to my last gasp, trying to delay the impending outcome as long as I could before I released it into her. A bite struck my neck, causing me to break my breath and uttered a deep throaty growl as I spouted my creation into her, my bite transforming into a pull, the sensation lingering as I gripped her tightly, thrusting up into her, reacting primally to climax by trying to penetrate as deep as possible.
We remained in that position for a short while before she climbed off of me, leaving me a quivering wreck.
"That's bound to leave an imprint," she mentioned, gently tracing her mark over my shoulder.
"Considering how it feels, it's bound to be a vibrant purple tomorrow." I observed, placing a hand on her leg next to me, then lying on my chest with her on top of me, my hand tracing her back.
How did she know about the dream?
"You were also mumbling in your sleep. 'Fuck me Tiff, fuck me urgently.'" She answered, glancing at me with a knowing expression.
"Showing off in my sleep? I'm not complaining at all." I humorously replied, planting a kiss on her forehead before embracing her.
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