Dreaming

The soft hum of the ceiling fan over the bed penetrates the veil of slumber that embraces me. I am disoriented. I still smell the jasmine candles that have been burning since last night. My nude body is covered by a soft sheet and a smile dreamily at the memories of his love making. I moan softly.

Am I dreaming of him? I feel his hands on me. One skilled hand teasing the soft hair between my legs, a finger moving up and down the thick lips teasing me, and then finally parting them softly to find the bud of my desire. The pad of his finger tip moving in tiny circles, pushing softly onto the swollen flesh. A whimper of pleasure escapes my mouth. I feel another hand slide along my soft belly, and further, to play with each breast, cup the expanse of it, feel the heavy weight of them then tweak my puckered nipples.

My eyes are still heavy with sleep. This dream is so lucid. I whisper his name, knowing it his him that has placed this spell over me. “Jackson.” I hear his soft chuckle. Then a tender kiss is placed on my lips, gently urging them to part with his tongue, then exploring my mouth languidly. There is no rush, only desire. I moan softly into his mouth, and reach up to wrap around him, Confused, my dream is so solid, real, I feel his warmth. The stubble of his chin under my palm, the softness of his hair. I can almost feel his blue eyed gaze on me.

Kisses, trailing down my body, I feel gentle insistence to spread my plump thighs and I do so willingly. I moan as the cold air hits the warm wetness of my ecstasy, but the breeze is quickly blocked. I feel the hair on his legs teasing my thighs, his solid thickness. His tongue flicking to taste the peach colored skin of my protruding belly, his hands rubbing and maneuvering the soft folds. I feel in this instant, treasured, as if each kiss a prayer, an offering of worship.

I shudder. I am not cold. It is the desire, the need welling up inside me, pooling at the apex of my legs. “Please” I whisper to the incubus ravaging my body. But only another kiss answers me. Lower, inch by inch. Like slow moving molasses, I want to scream in frustration. Take me! Kiss after kiss, licking, tasting, softly sucking each bit of flesh. Affectionately, the kiss on the mound above my lips, then thick tongue parting my moist lips. A moan pulled from me forcefully, arching up to meet him, my hips off of the bed, electricity brimming through me at his touch.

Thrumming further the desire, tasting me, his teeth softly tugging the engorged lips. One thick finger teasing my entry. And bucking upwards to entreat him, whimpering. The finger moves away. I sob escapes, made of frustration and need. Yet, it is quickly stifled with a low primordial moan of satisfaction as his tongue delves in to taste my desire. His tongue is unlike any other. Long and tapered, moving in and out, the tip bending upward in an effort to arouse every inch of me.

Thick thighs trying desperately not to close in and fold around his head. Moaning louder now, my hands clenching in his hair, eyes still closed, panting faster. Barely breathing, moving up and down in sync with each fluid movement of his tongue. The explosion almost eminent. Faster, faster, faster my heart beats. Calling out his name, “Ja, Jack, Jackson, JACKSON, J A C K S O N, OH GOD.” Screaming, almost sobbing as the orgasm over takes me. Shuddering around his skilled tongue, toes curled up and I remember to open my thighs, when I feel his stubble as I fall back down to earth.

I feel a tender kiss on my lips. It tastes of my release, sweet and tangy. My eyes flutter open, and I see him. His dimpled smile, eyes glazed with passion, flushed pink, and hair disheveled in such a roguish manner that my breath catches and I bite my lip just staring at him in wonder. He lowers to kiss me very softly on each eye and he whispers good morning as I feel the tip of his engorgement thick and eager at my entry.

I beam at him, a Cheshire grin that spreads across my face and I open up to him wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him closer. Accepting my invitation, his thick girth slowly presses in me, and my tightness envelopes him. Like sheathing a sword, gliding into my wetness, surrounded in my silken warmth. I feel the soft throbbing of him inside me, and moan loudly as we are connected. “Mmmm good morning” I moan back in joy.

He kisses me, and begins to build a slow steady pace. My hands caress his back, his chest, as I kiss his neck and shoulders. My legs rest on his perfectly shaped ass as he moves in and out. His eyes stare into mine. The intensity is so great I am enraptured, the urge to look away is so strong, yet I can’t. I can’t break this connection, this feeling that he is inside me and around me, that he sees into the deepest part of my soul; his heat burning me, consuming me.

This man is maddeningly patient. He blinks, his head thrown back as a moan escapes him. Another , and then another moan escapes, as my nails press small moons into his shoulders. Sweat beading, breaths shallow, and still we press on. He stops, and I push him over, quickly uniting us yet again. Our hands intertwine and I slowly ride him, up and down in an intimate dance. I kiss each finger tip, one after the other, and then his palm.

His hands slide down my body, then rest at my hips, encouraging as they meld the layers of pillowy softness. I feel the finger tips dig in and his moans grow louder. I know he is close. Shuddering in delight I moan too, and bend to kiss him. I bite his neck tasting him and moaning, still moving up and down his magnificence. He moans breathlessly, “Cum for me, Kit.” and I whimper, quickening my hip’s undulating movements.

His lips find my nipples, and oooh I can’t think, moving a bit more feverishly now, the slow savoring pace forgotten in my need. I feel it building, capturing my breath, and as I explode I call out loudly, almost sobbing his name, shaking and shuddering around him. As I milk him, he lets go, almost growling as he cums forcefully, throbbing deep within me, his body tensing and releasing. “Kit, oh god baby, mmmm” he moans low and deep between panting from exertion.

I whimper softly as I let him slip out of me, and lay beside him, cradled in between his arm and chest. I look at him and smile, laughing softly. “Mmmm, better than coffee.”

He laughs and kisses my fore head. “Yes, but I want another cup.”

Looking down I see he is indeed ready for me again and I moan softly as my hand meets the beautiful evidence of his desire. “Oh, I see.” I look at the clock and groan, then roll over the top of him, kissing him passionately, biting his lip. “We don’t have time unless we shower together.”

He laughs. “Not a problem.” He mutters, kissing me again, spanking my large ass playfully. I roll off of him, and he hops up and pulls me by the hand, leading me toward yet another adventure.