I awoke and rolled over, my mind filled with thoughts of her. My cock felt a little sore and used...the kind of sore you feel after a good bout of fucking. Actually, my entire body did. That was one hell of a dream, I thought to myself.
I woke up and turned onto my side, pulling my pillow close to me as I recalled the dream I'd had. I reached a hand down and found myself sore, throbbing, and incredibly soaked. I smiled as I pulled the pillow against me and took a deep breath. After a few minutes, I grabbed my phone, noting the time. I sent him a message and settled back in my pillows to await his reply.
I sat up in bed and stretched. It was late for me, and probably a little early for her. No matter. I grabbed my phone, intent on sending her a message. I opened the messaging app and my phone vibrated in my hand. And just like that, there she was. The number of times that has happened of late has been uncanny, and I've told her so. I felt the smile spread across my face as I read her message.
"Can we talk for a few minutes?"
"Good morning, my love. Now? Yes. Go ahead and call me."
I reached for my phone and smiled when I saw his reply come right back to me. I settled back into my pillows and dialed his number. His voice made my heart leap in my chest, just as it always did."
"Hi, love. Did you have a good sleep?" I asked.
"I don't know about sleep, but I had a dream. It was so real; so vivid."
"Oh? Anything good?"
"Mmmmm," she replied, the sound so sexy it made my cock twitch. "More than good."
"Interesting," I said with a smile on my face. "I had a dream too. Why don't you tell me about yours and I'll tell you about mine."
"Okay. I was in my bed, just about to fall asleep. I heard a noise and looked up, and there you were. Standing at the foot of my bed, looking down at me. You walked over to the side of the bed and sat beside me. Without saying a word, you put a hand behind my head and had me sit up. Then you started kissing me. You grabbed a handful of my hair as you kissed me, taking control. I...I felt as if you were commanding me without words."
I sat in silence as I listened, picturing it in my mind. Her words were having a profound effect on me as she told her story. "Go on," was all I could muster at that moment.
"I...I guess at some point you'd had enough kissing. You stood up and looked down at me as you undid the front of your jeans and pushed them down. Your cock was hard and I could see it throb a little. I was staring at it when you grabbed me by the hair again. I knew what you wanted. I wanted it too. I leaned forward and took you into my mouth."
I was silent on the other end of the phone, and my cock was fully stiff as I listened. She paused, awaiting a response from me, but none came.
"Are you there, babe?" she asked.
"I'm here, love," I replied, breaking my silence. "I...I just need a moment," I replied.
I sat quietly for a moment, wondering if he was stroking his cock as I told the story. Finally, he began to speak.
"I watched your face as you slid your mouth up and down on my cock. I knew you needed me to take you, to show you. You needed me to be a man; I felt it coming off of your body. The truth is, I needed it as well. I needed to take you," he said.