"Wait...Wait...No...don't end. I don't want to be here. Just five more minutes. No...fuck...I cannot believe it's already over. If I could just get back to her...I don't want this to be forever lost. I don't want to be longing for her all day."
Adele tosses and turns in her large bed, reaching over to the other side and realizing it was in fact cold and empty. She wishes for only another few minutes to stayed deep into the most tantalizing and erotic dream she can ever remember having. As the light creeps through the cracks between the drapes, and her conscious mind begins to separate dream from reality, a deep sense of desire floods over her.
"I want to see that sexy face again, I want to feel that soft skin. I want to feel her fingers trace the outline of every part of me. I want to swell for her. Her touch left me wanting. Damn, I was so close, and it felt so fucking good."
Adele pulls the covers back up over her face, trying to avoid letting the light of the room and the cool crisp air from bringing her fully into the world of the awake. She keeps her eyes closed and goes over and over the images in her mind, getting her more and more aroused. She can picture the setting, the dim lit room, the smell of candles burning, the feel of skin against hers, the scent of the beautiful woman so close to her, the way she was touched, the way she was kissed, the feeling of lust in her most inner core. She could visualize the curve of her perfect ass, the rounding of her hips, the softness of her breasts, the feel of her stomach being kissed.
"The way her fingers worked me, the way she touched the best parts of me. Her body against mine. Seeing her touch herself, her wet fingers. Fuck...I need to get myself back into that moment. I want it...I need it...I am so turned on. I just need to keep my eyes closed, and concentrate. I need to feel that energy, that intensity...I want to be back there. I want to see her, feel her, taste her. I want her tongue in my mouth again. I want to be lost in her. Every part of me aches for her."
Adele runs her hands slowly down her body, gently massaging her breasts and pinching her nipples, letting the sensations linger, as she recalls the mysterious dream woman softly kissing her inner thighs, staying just inches away from the building wetness between her legs. She begins to gently rock her hips forward as the tension in her builds and builds. She can almost feel the woman's breath on her, and her hands making their way over every inch of her skin. Every part of Adele feels energized, every touch causing a spark. Her hands work their way down from her breasts, to feel the softness of her stomach, and inch their way down. Her middle finger just slightly slips between the folds of her lips, and she can feel how wet and swollen she is. She lets her finger move slowly over her stiff clit, feeling waves of pleasure arc through her with every subtle movement. She can remember the woman's fingers inside her, moving in and out with the rhythm of her rocking hips. The look in her eyes just drips sex. It is fucking intoxicating. She longed for making her way back into the dream, and completely giving herself to the woman.
