Images from a Dream
He lay in bed and slept.
She stood in the window, a tall lithe body, blonde hair flowing over her shoulders, down her back. She was nude, her breasts small, tight, nipples taut. His eyes traced her body, down her soft, flat belly, to the smooth wetness between her legs, and down those legs, long and beautiful. He watched her in silence as she stalked towards him.
He pushed back the blankets and stood, his eyes dark, cock hard. He walked to her, taking her in his arms. She was of a height to him, and his cock slipped between her legs, pressing against her pussy as her breasts pressed against his chest. Their lips met, his hand twining in her hair, other hand cupping her ass, pulling her tight to him. They kissed, long and deep, tongues fighting each other, her nails scratching his back lightly, a growl rising in her throat as his cock pressed against her. She shuddered as his fingers caressed her ass, sliding a finger into her, just a touch.
She gave a half jump, his hands catching under her, her legs wrapping around him, his cock slipping into her tight pussy. Her juices coated him, the heat intense. He rolled his hips, thrusting his cock deep into her, as she mewled, feeling him filling her. She moved, her pussy milking his cock, and he growled, carrying her to the bed.
He lowered her to the bed, cock driving deep into her, her body pressed tight against the mattress. Her head was thrown back, moaning, half-screaming. His cock slammed deep into her, feeling her heat, her body contracting, squeezing him, pulling him deeper into her.
She rolled then, pulling him over, rolling on top of him. Her hands pressed to his chest as she sat upright, riding his cock. She moved on him, slamming her body down on him, sighing with each thrust. He moved under her, thrusting up hard, his hands stroking down her body, cupping her breasts, fingers tugging at her nipples. She groaned, reaching between them to stroke her clit, touch his cock as their bodies met.
He groaned at her touch, his body convulsing, thrusting instinctively at the touch of her hand, burying deep into her again. She leaned over him, her hair a curtain around them, whispering in his ear, “Come inside me my love. Let me feel you.” She lifted herself up, and dropped then, moaning as she felt him throb deep in her.
He growled again, and thrust deep in her, his balls drawing up, cock pulsing in her, exploding, filling her. She shuddered, feeling his liquid heat in her, moaning, her pussy clenching around him, a velvet glove, tightening, her body shaking, coming.
An eternity passed, her body trembling, and then collapsed around him, pulling him into her arms, holding, hugging him tight.
He awoke, the sheets beneath him damp with his sweat, body hot to the touch. He blinked, looking for her, as the dream faded in the light of the day.