Dream Sequence Ch. 01

They say dreams tell tale of subconscious desire. If that's true well then my subconscious is already getting way ahead of itself. Then again I'm not much into fate and destiny and suchlike so for all intents and purposes it was just a wet dream. But god damn what a dream, she's standing right in front of me like an apparition, my fear isn't in spite of her presence it's because of it. Her eyes set me ablaze and all at once I'm being baptized in fire. Burn baby burn is what I say, ashes to ashes and all that.

I spread my arms wide and for the life of me I can't remember if I spoke or if she just knew but a moment later she was in my arms and whispering the word yes against my lips. The way she drew out the s like a hiss made me wet my panties and her lips sent shocks through my body. I can feel the sweat beading on my skin and I'm burning up leaving the scent of me in the air like incense. The smell of us is thick in the suddenly hot air and even with the sweat rolling between my breasts I'm shivering. My teeth nibble across he bottom lip tugging and my hand slips between our bodies under her shirt across the smooth plane of her belly my nails rake the skin lightly traveling languidly over her ribcage then cupping her breast.

The weight of it in my hand is so familiar I feel like I'm holding a memory in my palm. I feel an electric tug in my belly when her nipple tightens against my hand. I'm feeling ferocious as I pull my lips from hers and my hand from her shirt. I push her back slightly to make a space between us. Without warning I rip open the shirt she's wearing. She's naked from the waist up looking like she can't believe I tore her clothes off. I shake my head and shrug my shoulders in one fluid motion as if to say "Girl you knew I would." I'm fumbling with her pants wondering why the hell they seemed to have so many buttons and zippers. Her abdomen tenses and I can tell when I look her in the eye that she's laughing at me. I feel the catch on her pants release and slip my hand into her pants. She's not laughing when I manage to push to fingers into her easily.

The sound she makes, makes me moan and then chase the low deep sound with a laugh. I can feel her wetness sliding over my fingers she feels like a ripe sweet juicy fruit. I want to taste the wetness that I'm causing but I move slowly. My strokes are without measure, my aim to tease.

I pull my fingers out not done by a long shot; I only wanted to wipe that grin off her face. I work the jeans over her hips kneeling to do so. I look up again she's smug. "That's a perfect position for submission." That's what she tells me

I want to roll my eyes but I don't, I don't hold back the laugh in my throat either.

"Submission is nothing more than covert control." I tell her this and wonder if she knows what I'm not saying. She's in control. I push back the thoughts, remembering the business at hand. She's standing there in black lycra bikini panties. I push my tongue out and run it over the fabric. I can't see her wetness but I can taste her deep dark heat through the fabric. Just touching her is getting me so close to the edge.

I'm still fully dressed but dripping I can feel my own heat and slickness on my inner thighs and my muscles clench and bunch grabbing at nothing as butterflies flit through my stomach. I push her panties aside, I can't or don't notice anything else. My eyes are closed and she's surrounding my lips and fingers. I'm pulling her clit between my lips sucking and pushing my fingers up and in.

She's panting and her muscles grip my fingers as I push harder and faster. My name spills from her lips and that's it for me I can feel a whole new thicker sweeter denser wetness spilling from me.

Lights flash inside my head like flitting fire flies one after another. I want to concentrate but I can barely remember my own name. But she's saying it for me over and over like a sweet reminder. I grip her thigh and I'm shaking all over, but my attention is back on her as these kick ass little after shocks tingle through me. I'm sweating and my hair is curling up with our humidity, she's screaming when I wake up.

I'm tangled in my sweaty sheets dripping and in heat in my little slice of central air heaven. I'm shivering but I know damn well I've never been hotter.