Dreaming

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The summer sea washes over me, leaving excited goosebumps in its wake. His gaze kisses the surface of my skin. My heart thuds with each passing millisecond. The anticipation dripping between my thighs. He is everything I have ever dreamed about. Walnut curls dance around his face, caressing the scar that lines his cheek. I find my hand gently passing over it, as if to smooth it over and heal his past. His blue eyes close softly, his cheek pressing further into my hand. My hand leads him to my chest, beckoning him to rest his head on my breasts. His weight presses firmly into me as he lays down, the need in my body surging with the contact. His smell is sweet, but musky. It smells like cedar and pine, with a hint of honey and spring blossoms. My free hand tangles itself in his mess of brown curls, pressing him into my chest harder. His strong arms wrap around my body in response, pulling me in tighter. He lowers one hand down to my hip, and begins to kiss downward to meet it. His head pulls softy from my hands, and pulls quiet moans from my lips with each careful kiss. As his lips grace my skin, I realize I am nude, and so is he. Comfort resides deep inside of me. I feel no vulnerability, only safety and warmth. His fingers press firmly into my skin as he holds my body still for each kiss. I feel hope that his fingerprints will stain my flesh and show his ownership over me. A desire to declare my loyalty to him proudly to the world. Electricity swims through my body as his soft lips meet my center. A small mischievous smirk spreads across his face. "You smell so good." The words are echoed by a shiver up my spine. His mouth meets my core, filling the room with my surprised moans. "God, I can't stand this. I need to feel you," he growls. I feel my need for him starting to cover my thighs. He raises his body, now towering over me. I feel a pulse between my legs. I need to feel him. His hand inches up my inner thigh, a groan reverberates in his throat. "You're dripping for me, my love." A gasp escapes my lips, my hips buck to meet his touch. As his finger grazes my vulva, we both let out a satisfied sigh. Our bodies have craved this for too long. "P-please. I need you," I stammer. He growls, falling forward and crashing his lips into my neck. Soft bites pepper my delicate skin. His sharp teeth threaten to mark, brushing against me tauntingly. While my attention is focused on his tease, a strong finger swiftly finds its way into me. He plunges it into my core, breathily sighing against my neck as he feels my walls pull him in. An eternity passes, scored by our combined heavy breathing. His teeth grip my neck carefully, and his finger slides outward. An abrupt moan slips out of me. His teeth grip tighter. One of my hands finds the nape of his neck, the other grips the pillow beneath my head for moral support. "More, please," I plead. I feel his smile against my neck. "You're such a good girl," his finger presses its way firmly back into me. I can't help but groan. I need him. I take my hand away from the pillow and venture downward. My fingertips glide down his body, stopping at his hips, and shifting to his groin. I stroke him gently through his sweatpants, feeling his breath quicken against my neck. I know if I can get him inside of me he won't be able to control himself. He'll give me what I want. He'll give me all of him. I don't know how I know this. He pushes another finger into me, I feel him throb as it enters. He lets out another groan into my neck, and shifts his weight. "I need you. Can I have you?" he asks, rising to his knees and caressing my thighs. I nod furiously. He smiles, my heart jumps. Mine. He pulls off his pants and situates himself on top of me, one of my legs on each side of him. Our lips find each other, and his hand finds my hips. He pulls me closer to him, and when he does, I feel his hardness against me. My breathing hitches, I twitch at the intimate contact. He holds my hips up to his, and shifts his gaze to meet mine. "Guide me in, princess?" My face flushes. I take one hand and wrap it around him, gently pulling him to meet my center. My other hand waits at the entrance, guiding him in once he's close enough. His tip presses against my opening, seemingly waiting for me to beg him to push forward. Just as I'm about to start, he interrupts. "You're so beautiful," his eyes shining with love and adoration. He places one hand on my cheek, and holds firm with the one resting beneath my hip. As I open my mouth to respond, he pushes half of his length in. "Oh my god!" comes out in a breathy moan. I look at his watery-blue eyes, the hunger in them. His brows are furrowed, he looks like he's bothered by how good it feels to be inside of me. He lets out a deep, frustrated sigh, "I can't believe how perfect you feel. God, you're so wet and warm," he groans. My cheeks get hotter, but before I can feel too bashful, he presses the rest of himself into me. "Does that feel okay, sweetheart? I don't want to hurt you before it even gets fun." I breathe heavily at him, trying to find words for how silly I think he is. All I can muster is a confident nod, and a firm grip on his shoulders. He smiles again, this time my vulva pulses. I see the change in his eyes again. The hand he had on my cheek slips toward my back, lifting me up toward him, so our faces are inches apart. He's holding me completely against him now. I wrap my arms loosely around his neck, and bring my lips to his. The kiss grows in intensity immediately, both of us exploring each other excited as the moment grows more heated. His arm wraps around me more, its hand grabs a fist-full of hair as it moves up my head. I let out a pleasured gasp, and he slowly begins to pull himself out. Then, as I'm preparing a protest, he thrusts back in. And out. And in. And out. Faster. And faster. The room is filled with moan after screeching moan. I can barely breathe, the waves of pleasure are so intense. I feel each inch of him as he pulls out and pushes in. I feel him from my entrance to my cervix. I know he's filling me completely, but I want more. His breaths are deep and fast, his face is painted with delight and satisfaction. Even through the heat, his Neptune eyes gleam with love and appreciation. The butterflies in my chest make each of his thrusts bewildering. I never knew it could feel so good. I never knew I could feel so loved. He's so close, I can feel it. I want all of him. I open my mouth to beg him for it, when my vision fades to black. I force my eyes open and find a familiar, dusty ceiling. My chest rises and falls in time with my racing heartbeat, and an annoyed Nick looks at me with sleepy eyes. "Are you okay?" he musters. I nod. "Weird dream, I guess." His eyes narrow. "Weird? I think you mean wet. I can smell you." My cheeks heat up, but the darkness hides my embarrassment. "It was just weird. I'm going back to bed." He mumbles under his breath, but I don't want to hear him. I lay my head back down, crossing my fingers that I have a more normal dream.
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