Sarah closed her eyes, laying perfectly still, breathing deeply. She did not want to drift off but she was so tired, so exhausted it was hard to focus on staying awake. It was almost as if she knew what was going to happen the minute she dozed off and her mind began to allow her to dream again. And although they were immensely pleasurable dreams, they were disturbing nonetheless and in the morning her body would ache from her actions in those dreams.
Sarah realized her dreaming sequences at night for the past two months were related directly to stress. A new job, a new state, new apartment, everything surrounding her was strange to her and she was having a hard time coping with the change. Going from a small rural town in Kentucky to a megacity like Houston, Texas would cause anybody to go through some stress related actions.
She had made new friends, new acquaintances and twice she had encountered two men who seemed to be interested in her only to discover their true interest. Her body. Her five feet, six inch frame held more curves than some of the old county roads where she had grown up. Perfectly round and ample breasts accentuated her upper body flowing down to an almost tiny waistline, her hips slightly flaring and back down to uniformly shaped legs. Her long flowing blond hair, usually kept in a tight bun during the day, released only when she got on the elevator to come home, hang down nearly to her tight butt and glimmered like spun gold.
Her face was almost angelic, with liquid blue eyes, a small, slightly turned up nose and full pouting lips, her skin an alabaster white, creamy, delicate and soft. Sarah Turner was an incredibly beautiful woman and men were going to be attracted to her, she knew that. What drove them absolutely insane however, was the fact that Sarah was not the typical curvaceous young woman they usually met. She was shy and sometimes withdrawn to the point they sometimes thought her a snob.
The two men that she thought might be interested in her had both stormed away when she declined to have sex with them and although her body screamed with silent desire, she had chosen not to just hop in the sack with just anybody.
If she took on a lover, she had decided after a seriously rough breakup with Todd when she was in Kentucky, he was going to have to be someone incredibly special. No more just relying on the fact that he would be fantastic in bed, she had vowed. And she grimaced with the fact that she now knew that had been the only thing that had held Todd and herself together for nearly four years.
Sarah's new lover slash boyfriend was going to have to be different, he would have to talk to her, share her interests and she his. He would have to want to have fun other than just a good romp in the hay and this time, Sarah had vowed, she wanted someone who was mysterious and dark. He would have to have dark colored hair, dark eyes that she could disappear inside their depth.
Sarah sighed softly, she was asking for too much, that much she knew, that was why she was having these dreams of hers. And even as she thought of the dreams, her body started to react.
Her mind had created that perfect man for her but he only came in her dreams and the only talking they would do would be with their bodies except when she heard him call her name just before her dreaming, hazy mind could focus upon him moving across the room to her.
No sooner had she begun to think about her dreams than she had dozed off and they began again, always the same, always with the same results. "Sarah..." She heard the soft whisper of her name and her lips parted in a smile. He was coming again for her, she could feel the slight electrical charge heating up her body inside and soon it would ignite. Her dream lover would be the only way to put out her flame.
She felt the dampness between her legs just with a simple calling of her name, her body readying itself for what they would do in the dream. "Sarah..." He called to her again and her eyes slowly fluttered open, seeing him standing now at the foot of her bed, smiling seductively, his perfectly even white teeth showing past luxuriously rich and full lips. Lips that could make her scream out in torturous delight or melt like hot butter when they touched her.
He moved around the bed and slowly pulled the covering from her body, his smoldering gaze moving over every inch of her flesh as he exposed her nudity beneath. His eyes flashed with fire as she automatically parted her thighs, inviting him between them.
And then he was beside her, his dark clothing removed almost magically as he stretched out his incredibly muscled form beside her smaller frame. The heat of his body searing against hers as he held her gaze and when his hand moved over her belly, his fingertip tracing the outline of her navel, Sarah sucked in a breath at the sensation. Her pussy excreted her heavy lubrication for him, knowing how large he was, how incredibly filling he could be when he entered her and she would be ready. His hand moved up to one of her breasts, cupping it in his palm, his thumb raking over the hardening nipple. Sarah moaned in pleasure when she felt his hot breath close to her flesh. Straining upward, silently begging him to put his mouth over her quivering mound, Sarah gasped in rapture as his tongue flicked over her dusty pink nipple, making it even harder, extruding it further from the mound and he suckled deeply while his hand moved to the other side.
He was sucking so hard it was nearly painful but in an erotic painful way as she attempted to press upward, wanting to put one solid orb into his mouth yet knowing it was not possible.
Her pussy was dripping now, she could feel the liquid slipping from inside her, following the trail that led to her anal opening. Sarah knew he could smell her desire, his body shook slightly with a laugh when he pulled in a deep breath. "Please, tell me your name this time." She begged huskily and his head lifted slightly and Sarah could feel those dark eyes burning into her and those incredible lips parted into a crooked smile. "What would you have it be, Sarah?" He ask, speaking for the first time in two months and her mouth dropped open at the sound of his voice. Deep, rich, enveloping her almost like a warm, velvet blanket on a cold night. "Michael..." She breathed on a sigh. "Then I am Michael." He whispered causing goose bumps to rise on her skin as he lowered his head again, shifting over to the other mound on her chest, giving it the same treatment as he had the other.
When he had her tits rock hard and aching for more, his leaned up, propping up his dark head with his hand, staring down at her with interest. His free hand moved from her breasts to her abdomen, again, a fingertip circling around her navel, her muscles quivered beneath his touch and then slowly, seductively his hand began to move downward, slipping between her thighs, feeling her heavy moisture.
Sarah arched her hips, thrusting her pussy into his hand, seeping heavily in lust. His finger slipped between her female folds, enflamed with passion now to retrieve some of her lubrication, moving it up and down against her slit, pressing against her swollen clit.
Moaning over and over again with pleasure, Sarah began undulating against his hand, wanting him to shove a finger deeply inside her, to stop the flame that was building igher and higher inside her.
