Dreaming Of You

I lay here, delirious.

Your breath whispers out-of-sequence with the fan. The flow carries the scent of you, spicy, masculine, intoxicating, arousing. I roll onto my side, turning my face towards you so I can hear, smell, more.

The mattress depresses at my feet. Your breath deepens. Your scent strengthens. Another depression forms at my back. I warm from your heat. I am jostled on a wave of muscle movement as your heat intensifies. I am gently raised from the mattress as your arm slips beneath my neck and across my shoulder. Your hand slides across my breast.

I warm with lust and move my hips in agitation.

Your free arm grasps my hips, dragging me against yours. The muscles of my derriere give way, sliding around and nestling your erection. You are naked. Only my panties provide the least resistance to your invasion. I breathe deeper, inhaling you in. My womb shivers. Your breath warms the hairline on my neck. You shift closer.

The hairs on your legs tease the backs of my thighs. One of your legs slips between mine and lifts. I am spread open as your foot plants next to my knee. Your hand caresses my bare midriff as it slides lower. You reach my vulva and pet me through the material of my panties. Your fingers slide over the contours of my labia, clitoris, the well of dampness between. As you move your fingers, I get wetter. The panties become stickier as your touch makes me hotter. Your mouth connects to the skin of my neck. Your tongue rasps a dewy trail of liquid heat forcing a moan from my chest. The fingers of your arm holding my head up pinch and pucker my nipples.

You lift your hand from my vulva. Palm the skin above, then slide your fingers beneath into the slickness gathered there for you. Your fingers caress the smooth flesh with dexterity, spreading the wetness around my clitoris, teasing it till tremors wrack my frame in response to the slightest touch. You stop and spread your hand open letting air lick the heat as my panties are pushed to the side. I pant and shiver, waiting.

A broad circle of hardened muscle, your erection, slides from the crevasse of my derriere to the exposed, swollen lips of my labia. Slick and wet, wanting, your powerful muscle slides between. Your hand releases the material of my panties to guide it deeper, deeper to sink into me, stretching me, plunging me, penetrating me. Your breath parts the hairs on my neck as its heat gusts with your pants. Your arms tighten locking me against you as you withdraw. Then thrust. Your erection fills me, pressuring cascades of pleasure to release through my core. Time loses all meaning as you pull back and thrust. Only heat, pressure, tightening muscles in my full channel.

Filled by you. I am covered in the scent of your body. A mix of power, wildness, loss of control. You whisper, "Come," as your fingers return to my sensitive, swollen clitoris. I toss my head as I moan. Your erection is so thick at the flared tip now that its slightest movement drives me closer to the precipice. You pause and release a deep bass groan into my shoulder as you twitch.

Semen jets in spurts against the walls of my womb. I burst into my orgasm. You slick your fingers in the seminal fluids sliding from me and rub my clitoris harder. My muscles contract harder. I scream as I shudder. In your arms. "Mine," you murmur in my ear as your arms again lock me in their embrace.

I swallow and lick my lips. "Yours."