It was the sensation of kisses at first, feather-light and electric, that penetrated the shroud of sleep that separated my conscious mind from waking reality. Lightning pulses of pleasure arced through the thin layer of my skin wherever a pair of velvety soft lips caressed, nipped, sucked. Each touch sent a key made from pleasure, seeking and unlocking doors, releasing memories from all the hidden places in my mind where they had been shuttered from me during the day.
Master! My voice hummed to me.
Still fast asleep, my body reacted as if it had been infused with a drug, slowly rousing with a growing, familiar craving.
Need.
It flooded my veins, igniting my nerves like a match to a trail of black powder. A sleepy groan escaped my lips, my nipples hardened and swelled, tension sending jolts of desire into my core that was almost painful.
"Wake." Vibrations against my skin beckoned me like a delicious treat. The sultry rumble of his voice parted the foggy haze in my head and I instinctively pushed my skin closer to his lips, seeking more contact.
I had gone to bed alone in my empty apartment, yet it wasn't fear that thrilled down my spine and pooled into a simmering heat between my legs. It was recognition. I knew this man. Every inch of my soul knew his touch and the renewed connection between us was as brilliant as the dawn breaking over the horizon, shedding light and color into a world that had previously only been two dimensional.
I moaned in pleasure, at the heated touch of soft lips that blazed a burning trail over my shoulders and then licked up the back of my neck. I couldn't stop the shivers that radiated from every spot his lips touched on my body, making my breathing race and hitch with excitement. The quiet susurration of the sheets as my legs scissored in a languorous dance added a counterpoint to the music of our heavy breathing. I needed friction in my most intimate of places and clenched and writhed my thighs together, hoping to soothe the burning ache simmering deep inside me.
Small, breathy sounds of desperation crawled up my throat and flowed past my parted lips, arousal pulling me faster and faster away from the comforting embrace of dreams and plunging me into the roiling storm of desire. As if my cries were a signal he that had been waiting for, his calloused hand slid down the slope of my stomach and cupped my dripping mound.
"Wake."
The command came again and I reacted by wantonly thrusting my pussy into his waiting palm, grinding myself in shameless abandon. With his stubbed cheek pressed into the nape of my shoulder, I could feel his facial muscles twitch into a predatory smirk of satisfaction. He pressed two fingers into my slippery wetness and applied a gentle, but undeniable pressure to the swollen nub of my clit.
Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.
Tension mixed with electricity sending bursts of sharp desire throughout my body. My clit pulsed with radiant heat and my nipples ached, demanding to be sucked. Fingers dipped into my opening, making obscene slopping sounds as he pumped them in time with the swirling motion of his thumb.
"Now," he growled, pressing hard down on my clit and igniting a powder keg in my belly. My body violently jerked as if I'd been touched by a live wire and I screamed, my unseeing eyes flying open in shock. The orgasm blasted through my core, leaving me gasping and quivering, unable to think or move.
"Good girl," he murmured, hot breath ghosting over my face.
Am I wake? Am I asleep? I wasn't sure. I felt suspended in an ethereal state, somehow trapped between the two.
His hand drifted up my naked side, the backs of his fingers ghosting up my flesh leaving a damp trail of my own juices in their path. I squirmed against him and he stilled me with a quick "Stop." When I complied, his hand continued its journey; first traveling up the length of my side, then along my arm and back the way it came until he reached my hip. He pushed the covers down, exposing me to the knees and brought his hand back up my body, snaking it forward until his big palm gathered my right breast in his grasp. I mewled quietly but with increasing desperation as he kneaded the flesh and rolled my nipple until it peaked hard between his thumb and forefinger. The rough calluses on the pads only intensified the friction on the sensitive nub and I fought against the urge to push myself into his hand. He sensed this and increased the pressure until I almost cried out in pain, or pleasure, both were so intertwined with each other that they were one and the same.
He pulled me close, tight against his hard chest, both hands encircled my torso and his long legs wrapped over mine. I was pinned to him like a fly in a spider's web. He ground his erection into the crack of my ass and squeezed my breasts in both his hands. His mouth came down on the hollow between my shoulder and neck and I could feel his teeth as he sucked and nipped at the skin.
"Who do you belong to?" He whispered hoarsely into my ear, pushing his arousal against my rear.
He was holding me so tightly that I gasped out, "You Master. Only you."
One of his hands left my breast and caressed its way south, stopping at the triangle of hair that covered my mound. He ran his fingers through the damp curls and I quivered under his touch, still buzzing from the orgasm he'd just given me.
"Please Master," I whimpered, lust making me beg for release. I could feel the tension building again with just the heat of his hand against my pussy.
