The night was aging like an exquisite vintage of wine, she lay there, and sleep came to her like a warm blanket as the aftershocks of her climax had weakened her for sleep to claim her. She moaned in her sleep… for even her dreams…wanted to please her;
It was dark the breeze crept into her room like a thief in the night, the thin sheet was kicked from her body, allowing the haunting glow of the moon’s light to reveal her. She wore a soft silk robe of crimson, a thin gown wrapped her smooth supple body like a gift, her curves voluptuous so soft to touch…and yet holds its own strength.. her hair was spread about her hear like a curtain ravished by her tossing while sleeping, a hand above her head grasped for an unknown, unseen object of her imagination while her other hand rest upon her chest. To the far end of the bed darkness lurked, like a stranger in the night watching her silently, for who knows what secrets are contained in the dark abyss?
A pair of young strong hands slowly emerged from the darkness moving up her smooth calves as a young stranger, crept upon her, he bit his lip, enjoying the beauty beneath him. He lowered his head and began to kiss his path up, higher along her thighs. She moaned in her sleep and opened her thighs wide, her one hand slide along her left thigh up and along her panties then along her right inner thigh while the stranger paused to witness her own questing hand, he could see her sex pressed tight against the thin soft fabric of her panties, so soft…smooth…
His tongue slithered along his lips, as he came closer. She groaned in her sleep and opened her eyes with a gasp feeling a soft heat against her sex, she looked down as she was propped on her elbows, witnessing a young man’s head bobbing slowly making her bit her bottom lip as she could feel his mouth grinding to her wet folds, her hand running through his hair as she pulled him tightly to her, as if to smother him with her pussy. She grit her teeth as he moaned vibrations against her, feeling her parted thighs begin to tremble before she arched her back and cried out, feeling his tongue sliding in an upwards direction. as if lapping honey from her. “Please…” she managed to whisper but was unable to decide if she wanted it to stop…or to become rough.
The choice was stole from her, just as her moan of pleasure was, feeling his hand push against her chest, as she was forced to lay flat on her back, her hips lifted to grind against the hungry lips of her lover, her hands ran through her own hair as she turned her head to the side. Her clit was shocked by sensations that tormented her flesh as she tore her gown open to pinch her nipples to bring pain to herself “MMmmm I…” she yelped as her hips bucked wildly before she arched her body like a drawn bow while her lover harvested the sweet nectar from her sex until her strength left her to lay weakly onto the mattress.
Panting she stared at the ceiling wondering if this was all a dream… who was this stranger that fell upon her, but she discovered… he was not through with her;
He prowled up to her, his body smooth and toned, grinding between her spread thighs as she placed her hand onto her firm ass pulling him to her, looking into his eyes as he slid effortlessly inside, filling her with every thick inch of his member until the base of his shaft grinded to her folds causing her to moan with satisfaction of his capture. Her other hand ran through her hair brushing it aside to expose her throat to him as she felt the slow thrust of his body upon her, making hers move to his rhythm.
He gasped in desire feeling her pulling him close unable to withdraw from her as he rammed deeply grinding her onto her bed, the feel of his weight upon her comforted her and aroused her as she wrapped her legs about his hips. He was so thick, and deep inside her that the sensation made her grin devilishly while she caressed her collar bone as her body was rocked back and forth under him by his urgent thrusting. He groaned as he felt her pussy tighten upon him, squeezing him within her wet depths then releasing, as if she were milking him with her body. She draped an arm around her neck pulling herself up as he sat upon her bed, the two looked at each other as she lifted slowly, then suddenly plunged down, nibbling her bottle lip with a soft moan feeling him deep inside once more.
He lean back with one hand, his other arm wrapped around her thrusting in time with her as she rode his length, pressing down, grinding to make him fill her tightly, he can see her eyes glazed in pleasure as she suddenly bucked with a high groan, his mouth taking a nipple, suckling deeply as she closed her eyes, sliding up slow and then swiftly down, the tempo hastened until she felt the first jolts of his climax begin to rip through him. His hands roughly pulled her down as he grinded harder, deeper all the while she smiled allowing herself to ride his climax through until she yelped, feeling his hot thick cum burst into her, filling her deeply as she bit onto his shoulder, her own cum melting down his cock making him slick as he effortlessly pumped in and out of her quaking body until she fell back from him and onto the bed, her eyes closed, panting for the breath that was ravished from her.
She opened her eyes with a moan and looked about, her hair tumbled over her shoulder and over half her face, her breath heavy as she placed a hand to her bare chest rubbing her breasts soothing, was it all a dream? She thought…looking into the darkness…as if her answer lurked within.
