I woke up in the middle of the night. We were already naked, him spooning me, one muscular arm wrapped around my stomach, the other around my breasts. My mind tried to grasp for the dream that I had left behind – whatever it was, it was *good*. I tried to hold on, but it slipped away quickly, the way dreams do, except for a few flashes – my arms had been pinned above my head. A mouth had been moving over my body, kissing, sucking, gently teasing and then forcefully taking, searching down my body and stomach towards my clit. And I was *wet*. A dream wasn’t enough, I wanted it to be real.
He was asleep, but his cock was already hard, pressed against my ass. Thank god for morning wood. I very gently ground against his crotch, wondering how far I could get without him waking up. I wanted him to wake up with his cock in my mouth. I gently unwrapped his arms from around me, then turned so I was facing him, wrapping my leg over his. His body was hot against my smooth skin. I ran my hand over the muscles in his thighs, feeling his powerful legs, then let it rest around his cock. God, he was so hard already, and he wasn’t even awake. I wanted it, badly.
I slid down his body so that I was kind of spooned up against his leg, then started kissing up his thighs, moving closer to my destination. He was starting to stir — I looked up and at the other end of the darkened bed I could see a little smirk on his face.
I took his cock into my mouth and he gasped, letting out a little involuntary moan of pleasure. I love the way his manhood tastes, the way his body smells when I’m close to him. I ran my tongue around the head of his cock, tasting its smooth silkiness, letting it explore every corner. I moved down to the base of his shaft, licking gently from his balls all the way up to the tip, enjoying the way his body tensed and tightened as I teased him. I grasped his cock with my hand, taking him as deep in my mouth as I could go, running my tongue over his frenulum, trying to make it as intense as possible for him.
I ground my pussy against his leg, feeling the warm waves of pleasure rippling outwards from my clit. He was moaning loudly, but I didn’t want him to come yet. I wanted to be fucked.
I got up on top of him, straddling my legs over his hips. I grabbed his cock again, holding it with both my hands, and gently rubbed it against the outside of my pussy. I was *soaking* wet and the moisture from pussy mixed with my saliva on his huge, beautiful cock. I raised myself up and then gently slid him inside me, gasping as he penetrated me, feeling that delicious fullness as his hardness entered me as deep as it would go. His glutes started to flex, thrusting into me, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I ground against him, positioning my clit against him, trying to time my movements with his.
He pulled me down and kissed me, deeply. My breasts pressed against his body as he wrapped his strong arms around me, holding me close to him as he fucked me. I was rapidly losing control. I put my hands in his hair, kissing his neck, and then cried out into his shoulder as the orgasm exploded through me, blooming outwards from my clitoris, stretching its warm tendrils through every muscle in my body. For twenty seconds I was in a different world.
By the time I realized what was happening, he had flipped me over on my back. My legs wrapped around his thighs as he pounded into me. My brain, still mushy, was having trouble keeping track of what was going on. My hands were above my head, pinned down. His other hand was on my ass, firmly positioning my pussy to maximize his pleasure. I surrendered to him completely, letting him take charge, letting him use my body. “Take it… take it… take me!” I moaned to him. I wanted him to know that he owned me. I wanted him to know that he could do anything he wanted to me.
His breath became ragged, and his body tensed up. He started to moan and he knew he was coming. I flexed every muscle I could control, trying to take him as deep inside me as I could, trying to make myself as tight as I could for him. I could *feel* his cock shooting inside me, pumping his cum into me. I wanted it all. I wanted to be his.
We lay there for a minute or two, basking in the afterglow of our orgasms. I wrapped my arms around his neck and put my leg over him, nuzzling my face into his neck, trying to get as close as I could. “I love you,” he whispered as he was drifting off to sleep.
“I love you too,” I smiled, and I kissed him.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fn7owf/i_24f_had_a_sexy_dream_woke_up_my_husband_23m_to
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I’m usually relatively quiet when I jerk off but this gave me one of those toe-curling panting-and-groaning-like-a-moose orgasms. I think my roommate might have heard me, lol! 10/10 would jerk again.