You were embracing me, surrounding me with those powerful arms of yours. You were holding me, tight enough for our heartbeats to feel each other. And I was loving it, this attention, this caring display of affection and protection. I was with you, as happy as I could be. Then you slowly undressed me. I wasn’t expecting it, but I was glad you wanted to. You pulled off my sweater, then my shirt. You saw the bra I was wearing and smiled, black always was your favourite colour wasn’t it? Then you unbuttoned the side of my skirt, and slid it off. You were undressing me slowly, admiring me, caressing me skin with those cold hands of yours. I was trembling, but it felt so bloody good just to be touched by you. Skin to skin.
You undid my bra, tossed it to the floor, and began playing with my breasts. I wanted you to suck on them, to love them with your tongue. You read my mind. Licking the nipples, then playfully suckling them, hurting me a bit with your teeth. They were erect within seconds. And you took a break to kiss the nape of my neck, sending a small shiver through me. Your hands continued caressing, exploring my skin, my curves, my form. You were warming my body with those cold hands somehow. I was getting warmer and warmer. I was feeling so good from it. Keep going.
Eventually my skin was blushing, and I was wet. I was wet for you. You stroked my hair with one hand, playfully pulling the ponytail out, so my hair fell in waves around my face. A chestnut wave of fine hair. With your other hand you explored what was beneath my matching black panties. You found how wet I was at your touch, how I was a waterfall at your command. You dipped in to see. Nice isn’t it? Your finger went in all the way, and I gave it a gentle squeeze to let you know it’s welcome. I loved you filling the emptiness inside me. I love you twirling your thumb around my clit. It feels so fucking good. My body is on fire for you. Its a waterfall for you. Its yours, just as I am. Love me.
You impatiently tugged the underwear off, throwing the soaked pair on the floor. I spread my legs as far as I could. I grabbed your hand and pushed you in farther. You started moving it, that “come to me” stroke with your finger. Or was it “come for me”? Your were smiling as I started to breath more rapidly. I could feel you inside of me, I could feel you pleasing me. It was amazing. My mind was calm, turned on, a bit of foggy haze of pleasure filled my mind now. I was moaning now, softly giving the pleasure have a voice. You put two fingers in now. Thats just what I wanted. Fill me, I don’t want to be empty anymore. Your fingers danced inside me, making me tremble and twitch every so often. I tried to close my legs in vain as it got intense, so good, so intense. “Don’t…don’t…stop.”. You didn’t.
You start kissing me all over, and using your free hand to play with my hair. Planting warm marks of love all over my body. My breasts, my erect nipples, my cheeks, my lips, my forehead, my ears. You whisper to me then that it’s almost that time. I knew it too. I was almost there. Almost there. Don’t stop. Keep going. Your thumb still circling madly, my clit so sensitive I can feel every little movement. Your fingers were dancing on the right spot inside. You don’t stop. You just smile. You whisper to me again, that its almost time. You ask me to come for you. You even say please. How cute. Almost…there. You whisper again, you’re telling me to come right now. Finally you say you love me, you really do, and you want me to know. And you ask me one more time. Will you please come for me? You keep saying it, over and over, louder and louder, as it keeps building. Exploding inside me, the waves race through me, one after the other, fulfilling everything I wanted, this pleasure, this burst of ecstasy, you. You asked me to come for you. Please?
I do. Then I wake up.
I wake up and I find my right hand down my panties, exactly where your hand should have been, completely soaked. I’d been dreaming again…of you. Same as always right?