Longing 60

I had a dream about you last night. It felt so real that part of me wonders if I somehow tapped into an alternate reality where things are a little different between us, but maybe I have just been longing for your touch.

In this other dimension, I wake, still drowsy, to the feeling of your bare body pressed into my back, your hand on my hip, your cock a warm weight within the juncture of my naked cheeks and thighs. You lightly trace a finger down my hip, drawing nearer to my ass, where you slip your hand between our bodies and cup my right cheek. You know from experience it doesn't take much attention to my ass, even just the cheeks, to get me going. You squeeze slowly but firmly, your fingertips curving around my cheek, dipping into the crease to tease the very edge of my most sensitive areas before retreating a little to splay your fingers, tracing circles on my skin with one fingertip. My core clenches in response.

After groping my ass, your hand continues downward, brushing against the edge of my inner thighs. You begin to roll your hips ever so slightly, not enough to really be considered thrusting but enough to make your desire and intention quite clear.

In this drowsy mental state, I'm even more receptive than normal and you've certainly piqued my interest. With an arch of my back and a slight parting of my thighs, I allow your heavy cock to brush and then begin to rub against my still-closed folds. Your breathing becomes a pant, and I turn my ear and neck toward your mouth. A moan escapes me as you close your lips over my earlobe. A swipe of tongue, then you create a path along the column of my neck, lightly scraping your teeth against my skin as you go.

Your hand finds its way back to my hip and continues to the front of my body, gently brushing the hair between my thighs before venturing upward over my abdomen, my soft stomach, eventually finding its way to my breasts. Your thumb and forefinger tweak and lightly roll a nipple before you palm one of my full breasts. With a slow, practiced motion, you firmly massage my breast. Your breath huffs against ear, equal parts ticklish and thrilling.

Slowly, you begin to thrust yourself into the space of my barely open thighs, grinding your hips in a small, slow circle. Every few strokes bumps against my mons in just the right way to stimulate my clit without even touching it. It doesn't take long before my natural lubrication and your own precum begin to ease the movement. Your pace is punishingly, teasingly slow. We both love to be teased, but the ache to feel you inside me is too great. I can't wait any longer.

I tilt my hips and open my thighs a little wider, and with your next thrust, your tip finds my swollen opening. You let loose a strangled moan as your cock head begins to stretch me open. The teasing obviously isn't over as you take your sweet time to bury yourself fully within my dripping wet core. With each slow, agonizing push in....and pull out....and push in....you inch yourself deeper within my needy pussy.

Finally I feel you nestle firmly against my ass. With that simple contact, my mind lights up with memories of the many times I've enjoyed the feeling of you pounding into me from behind, the sensation of your pelvis slapping against my round cheeks so similar to the feeling of being spanked with a slow, firm hand.

But this time you pause after sinking your cock into me. Maybe you need a moment. Or maybe you are teasing me or the both of us. I don't care. I buck my hips back toward you, surprising a gasp out of you. Your thrusts speed up, if only a little. A quick motion from you rolls the two of us partway over. I'm now fully on my stomach and you are atop me, your chest resting on my back but not fully bearing down.

My thighs stay pressed together, your legs a cage on either side of my body. as you continue to slowly work your cock inside me. In this prone position, the penetration feels deeper, more intense. The weight of your pelvis against my ass only increases my desire. Before this change in position, I was just enjoying the ride, but now the need to orgasm comes over me.

I force my hand under my body, sliding it down between my thighs to strum my clit. The movement is definitely hampered by the weight of two bodies bearing down on my arm and wrist, but I manage to achieve the right pressure and motion.

My pleasure and need drive me to hump up towards you, setting an irregular rhythm that nevertheless sets my nerve-endings to boil. My orgasm begins to build with every deeply satisfying thrust and I moan as my climax finally spreads through me.

And with that, I wake up. Never before have I ever been able to reach orgasm in a sex dream, always waking before my dream-self gets there. This is a step in a good direction, but it doesn't feel like I reached that peak in reality.

But my mind is so awash still with thoughts of the dream and memories of our previous liaisons that it almost seems like that I am still halfway in that other reality. Lying on my stomach, I can imagine that you are still behind me. I grind my ass in a slow circle, as if waving it in before your face, tempting you. The thought of your lustful gaze drinking in my wide hips and plump cheeks has my inner walls clenching. My hand steals down to touch my clit and I find wetness coating my inner thighs.

In my imagination, your palms cup my ass, squeezing each cheek before firmly smacking first the left and then the right in the spots that seem to be hardwired straight to my core. Your large fingers began to tease my outer lips, playing in the open spigot that has become my pussy. One finger and then two fingers enter me, crooking in just the right way. Rather than thrusting, your fingers curve and your hand grinds against me. A withdrawal, and then one finger teases against my asshole, stroking the outside, slowly entering.

The thought of that is all I need to finally reach orgasm, for real this time. Hand between my legs, I fall back asleep to the thought of that heady dream, perhaps hoping for a few more moments with you.