Val was dead tired when he arrived home. It was late and the house was dark. He quietly made his way to the bedroom, undressed, and slid under the top sheet, trying not to wake his partner, Zoë.
He fell quickly and deeply asleep. He awoke sometime later to the tingling, soft sensation of teeth nibbling lightly on his earlobe, something Z knew drove him absolutely wild.
He gently moaned and shifted his body slightly, feeling himself slowly return to the world, vaguely aware that she was now crouching beside him on the floor next to the bed, her face nuzzled up beside him on the pillow where he had just been dreaming of the two of them together.
In the dream they were on a sandy beach. He was lying on a towel while she stood above him, the sun blazing behind her head like a halo, making it impossible to clearly make out her facial features. She was blocking the sun so that he could look up at her.
His eyes slowly traced her gorgeous, hour-glass figure from the perky, hard nipples of her ample breasts, clearly visible underneath the thin fabric of her bikini top, down along her petite waist and into the sharp curves of her wide hips, where his gaze lingered on the sand clinging to her exposed butt cheek just below the line of the wet swimsuit stretched tightly over her plump, round ass. Even in the dream he could feel the blood rushing to his cock in reaction to the stunning view, which never failed to arouse him.
The ocean waves crashed into the shore in the background as the powerful sun required that he squint a little to stay focused on her glistening body, goosebumps from the gentle breeze visible on the exposed skin of her long, slender legs in the bright light of the lazy afternoon.
They often went for a swim during the hottest days of summer, where they would sit under the ever shifting shade of the tall palms lining the oceanfront avenue and play cards laid out on their beach towels. They would inevitably end up wagering for sexual favors, the loser conceding to participate in the other's kinky sexual fantasy enactments, joking and teasing each other in playful amusement. Her attempts at a poker face giving him all the more reason to stare at her in between turns. She was as beautiful as she was smart; what a combination. He felt like the luckiest man alive in her presence.
As his consciousness slowly returned to the dimly lit room he realized what she was doing. She was obviously horny, and she was going to have her way with him. He was always ready and willing to do anything she desired, and she desired exactly that of him, and often. She was never afraid to ask, demand, or simply take what she wanted. He loved that about her.
Now here he was, completely naked and barely awake, and she was evidently collecting on the bet she had won a few days prior. She had triumphantly gambled between being obligated to do an all-anal session on camera for his later "personal use" and her getting to use his body while he slept, allowing her to do whatever she wanted and expecting his full compliance should he wake up. "No matter what," her words echoed in his head. He had lost that round on purpose, eager to find out what kinky ideas she had.
As he collected his thoughts he remembered the wager and a subtle grin came over his sleepy face. He had half expected to be woken by her shoving a strap-on dildo into his ass, mounting him as he lay sleeping on his stomach, which he sometimes did early in the morning. He now wondered lustfully what she had in mind instead.
She must have gotten up and come around to his side of the bed while he slept. As she sensed him begin to awaken she slowly slid her warm, moist tongue into his ear and swirled it around a few times seductively before whispering, "I want to sit on your face. No, I need to sit on your face!" Her warm breath tickled his wet ear as her tongue lapped at his lobe. "Right now!" she added emphatically, with just a hint of petulant impatience.
She gave his ear lobe one last bite, just a bit harder this time, then began working her way around his neck and up over his chin to his mouth with sloppy, wet kisses as she slid under the sheet and slowly climbed into the bed. She was completely naked. She plunged her tongue deep into his mouth as she straddled his body, his cock already thick and hard, ready for what awaited.
She paused there just long enough to grind her mound up and down along his shaft a couple of times while pressing each of her bouncy breasts firmly into his open mouth before continuing on, climbing further up towards his head, finally pausing with her already glistening pussy lips right in front of his face.
He was wide awake now. His cock was throbbing, his senses very alert. He could smell her wonderful juices which were obviously already flowing.
In real life, just as in the dream she had woken him from, she is so incredibly beautiful; practically glowing and radiating sexual energy, her coy smile hinting of child-like curiosity and alluring mysteriousness, while at the same time clearly reflecting the profound sexual wisdom of her years juxtaposed with an unquenchable thirst for new experience.
Often, as he studiously traced the outline of her lips, he wondered how so much could be conveyed in such a soft, otherwise innocent looking smile. One only had to have those gorgeous and skilled lips wrapped around their cock once to be privy to the secret message they held.
In the darkness, he could just make out her face looking down at him in eager anticipation of what was about to happen, the tell-tale signs of a mischievous grin forming at the corners of her mouth.