He captures the turgid peak of a breast in his mouth, drawing deeply on it, knowing I like it a little bit rough. My hands tangle in the hair on the back of his head, bringing his mouth closer to me, silently encouraging him to take more, to suck harder. My back arches, giving him more of my breasts. I whimper as his hot mouth ends its ministrations to trail hot wet kisses over my collarbone and up my neck. He spends a few minutes tonguing the hollow of my throat before placing his mouth over the warm vein in my neck and sucking gently.
My dream lover's work-roughened hands trail over my body, gently abrading the sensitive flesh of my breasts, my belly, then lower still to my bare mound. His fingers separate my folds as his mouth continues to possess my breasts. He finds my throbbing nub, wet with my feminine dew, and he strokes it gently before giving it a light pinch, bringing my hips up off the bed. His teasing fingers continue down to my slit, capturing the moisture there before dragging that moisture back up to once more manipulate my clit. Back and forth his digits travel, tantalizing my clit and teasing me mercilessly with the anticipation of having him fill me.
I moan and writhe against him, running my fingers through his hair, my hips arching up to meet his clever fingers. He raises his mouth off my breasts, the change from his hot mouth to the cool room an unpleasant surprise. He looks down at me and says, "This is what my cock will feel like entering you," as he plunges three beefy fingers into my tight, wet hole. I scream from this initial invasion before my hips start bucking against his fingers, fucking them for all I'm worth. His thumb flicks over my clit and he feels the first tremors of my orgasm begin to pulse through me. He pulls them out, leaving me empty and quaking.
"You're not going to come until we're joined," he instructs as he raises his hands above my head, and I can only nod mutely, passion clawing through me, crying for release. He takes the organza, now in one long strip, and begins to loop it over my wrists, first one, then the other, crossing the material over itself in between to create bonds. My lover then takes an end of that same organza and starts wrapping it around his wrists, until our hands are bound and bound to each other's.
From his vantagepoint above me, he can see the excitement in my eyes as he interlocks his fingers with mine. My legs come up around his waist and I can feel his chest hairs abrade against my nipples, teasing them to impossibly hard peaks. His thick member nudges against my clit, and he grinds against it a few times, getting it wet with my juices. His mouth drops down to capture mine, first brushing his lips against my own, then settling on them more insistently. As his tongue penetrates the warm recesses of my mouth, his stiff manhood plunges into my waiting cunny, filling me and stretching me more than I ever thought possible.
His moan fills my mouth even as his cock fills my body, and he begins to move against me, sliding into me with deep penetrating strokes. The pressure begins to build anew, and I start arching against him, grinding my clit against his pubis. The intensity of the feelings cascading through me becomes almost intolerable, and I tear my mouth from his so I could gasp for air. With a scream I come hard around his throbbing member. Moments later, his body tenses up in my arms as he orgasms, calling out my name as he soars over the precipice...
The echo of my scream filling the room fully awoke me from my mostly sound slumber. I sat up in bed, the covers pooling at my waist, exposing my full, bare breasts. The cool room did nothing to assuage the heat pouring through my veins and pulsing throughout my center. I looked over at my lover, his breaths quiet and rhythmic in the early morning silence. My hand trailed over his side as I planted soft kisses against his neck, hoping to arouse him from his sleep.
