She stirred awake just before the sun came up. A dull light was bleeding through the white curtains. She looked over and saw him sleeping softly, silently. She reached over and touched his beard gently then ran her hand down his chest feeling the hair between her fingers. They had fallen asleep naked beneath a thick blanket. His warm skin made her smile. She carefully shifted closer and hooked her leg over his thigh. He remained unmoved, snoring softly. She felt sleep pulling at her again and nearly drifted off there in his heat. Then the memory of her last dream came back. She’d been bound to the top of a table. Knees spread wide, ass in the air, tits pressed hard to the surface. Her arms were stretched straight ahead and she was blindfolded and ball-gagged. She only remembered feeling his presence in the room. Walking behind her. Observing her. This was one of those real dreams. Every detail seemed like real life, only better. In her dream he took what he wanted. Everything. He fucked her ass this way. First slipping two fingers in and spitting between them. Working it in slowly. Then slowly pushing his firm cock in as she struggled against her restraints. The uncomfortable feeling of being stretched by his thick head. Then the pleasure of surrender. The fullness.
She realized suddenly that her hand was between her legs. Her fingers wet already. She looked at her lover’s face again, slipping her hand up and touching his beautiful lips with her wetness and seeing it glisten in the dull morning glow. Then she reached down to feel his cock in her grip and discovered that it was fully erect as he slept. She stroked it gently, slowly, watching his face. The way it fit her grip made her ache to have it inside her. She could wake him. She could kiss his face, his neck, his lips. She could climb on top and wake him as she slid down on his cock. But she wasn’t ready to wake him. Not just yet…
She carefully shifted onto her hands and knees, pulling the blanket over her head. She could still see his body with the dull sunlight bleeding through. Taking his cock into her hand she shifted herself down. Placing soft kisses on the tip. Sucking gently on the opening. She could taste his precum, sweet and slippery on her tongue. He shifted slightly and she held still hoping for a few more moments before he’d wake. Then slowly ran her tongue up the underside of his length. No movement. Another long lick. And a third. His balls tightened but he didn’t stir. She tilted her head and wrapped her lips around them. Sucking them gently into her mouth. Another long lick up his cock to the tip. Wrapping her lips around the opening again and sucking more precum onto her tongue. She held his cock gently by the base, the firm, large head just below her lips. She pursed them and pushed a stream of warm spit down. It ran over and down his length, onto her fingers. Then again, slowly soaking him as she stroked with the slightest grip. He stirred again as she drove her mouth down onto him, holding him there with his balls pressed to her chin just to feel the warmth of his throbbing staff. The softness of his skin. Just letting his cock fill her mouth and softly massaging it with her tongue and the grip of her lips. How she wanted him to cum with this kind of stillness. To feel every clench and pulse as his cock pumped his delicious hot cum down her throat.
Then his hands were in her hair. His fingers rubbing her scalp, holding her firmly down in place. Shifting his hips, clenching his stomach tight. Her throat was tight around him now, she loved how deep he could reach and he forced the last inch into her with a moan. She could feel that throbbing, he’s so incredibly hard she thought. His cum, she needed it. Desperately. More than oxygen. Together they lifted her off slightly. Enough to exchange a ragged breath, then she threw herself back down and he thrust that last inch again and again…
This was beautifully written! Very wholesome
Beautiful! Well done!