Every sensation felt so real, It was hard to tell if it was a dream or reality. Nimble fingers playing his tool like a fine instrument. Every teasing stroke drawing seed from deep within the well. Even asleep, the throbbing intensified. The dream was delicious. He could see her leaning across his waist. Her back to him. Her form flawless. Her back smooth. Her skin porcelain white with flecks of the purest gold. How he loved her freckled skin! God how he desired her. The passion he felt even after all the time they had been together.... Irrepressible and impossible to deny. She teased the most sensitive part of the head with her nipple and then her tongue. Her finger nail tracing the length of his shaft. Alternating back and forth. One then the other.
The tension was mind altering. His cock full rigid, the throbbing intensified by her fingers. He could feel seed rise and begin its journey. It was obvious she could too because she stopped... his cock hung free. Unsupported by her hand. A minute passed. She must have felt the tension ease. Tentatively she took it and began the building process, slowly stroking his cock. Licking kissing the head. Tasting the first drops of precum as they rolled down the shaft... drip, drip. His heartbeat in her full control. She was a master of control. God knew how much he needed her.
She knew exactly where the tipping point was.... She would patiently pause... watch his cock throb and pulse in deep need of release... she wanted it too. But on her terms. Drip... she would bend and lick the thick cream as it rolled over her fingers and down the shaft. Drip another flowed.
The head, if he could have seen it would have been deep purple in color, thick firm. So incredibly sensitive every touch felt like he would come unglued. It seemed this journey of edging went on and on... he felt like he was going to have to beg for her to release the tension... moaning he cried out... was he awake she asked herself. Not wanting to turn and see. The thought of edging him in his sleep turned her soul a dark crimson as passion flood her depths.. she wanted so badly to taste him. She wanted it all... every throbbing drop til none was left. His balls empty.
She was wet soaking wet. She had always wondered what it would be like to control a man's orgasm, the same way he had controlled hers. Her pussy quivered at the thought of forcing him over the edge.. covered in cum had been a fantasy of hers she had longed to experience. She was dirty but the only one that knew how dirty she was, was her.