It was the middle of the night and I was lost inside of a dream, a dream of you and me and it wasn’t the first. A dream of touches and tastes I had not yet experienced but that plagued the back of my mind every time I thought of you.
I was standing in the doorway, you were sleeping in the bed. Or, that is where it began.
-whispering softly- Such an angelic face.
I don’t remember how long I watched you but I stood there enjoying every movement until your lip pouted through some part of dream. Oh the things I wanted to do with those lips.
I needed to touch you. I needed……. To taste you.
Slowly I pulled away from the door and entered your room. Your room; the place where you spent some of the most intimate of moments within your life. The place where all of your dreams, hopes, and futures began. The place where you could be and express even your most private of needs and slake them completely between imagination and fingertips. Where you began each day, empowered with possibilities, and resigned yourself into the comforting arms of slumber each evening, setting that mind of yours free within the land of dreams. Yes. That is where I was. And you were sleeping. Nude. Sighing softly as your head turned and your arm stretched out as if to touch someone. Who were you touching, kitten? Who were you reaching for?
A movement caught the corner of my eye and I saw him within the shadows and smiled slowly, locking my eyes with his; widest of blue eyes anyone had ever seen. A pleading look flashed over my features and were answered with his own grin and nod as he sat in the chair nestled within the corner of the room.
I stepped carefully to the foot of your bed and pulled the sheet to the side, letting it fall along with blanket you had already kicked to the floor in a heap to the far side on the mattress. Trying to be as cautious as possible, I advanced, and all of my attention settled on your form, feasting over every inch. My God they were so hungry for you. With every movement my attention constricted and hyper focused, etching every rise and fall of your body, each hill and valley within my memory so that I could recall every detail later when I was alone and in my own room. I had every intention of mapping out the detail of each inch, and my attention to such things are highly thorough, I assure you.
I began at your feet, my hands touching your skin. Warm, so soft, I wanted to dive into you and reluctantly settled for leisurely exploration instead. Slow and deliberate, my fingers trailed over your ankles, dipping with the contours and further up, sliding over your calves, to the back of your knees, and it was there that my mouth began.
You woke with a slow moan, rolling to your back as if somehow expecting me - though gasping slightly when you saw him. The chair creaking a bit as he leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees as if he were very much interested.
I nodded in silence, answering your whispered questions with the touch of my tongue and a flash of something dark and lascivious that clouded within my eyes. Said mouth left a kiss along the back of your knee, a kiss that smoothed into a soft little lick and ended with the scrape of teeth as I bit for the first time.
Fingertips took possession of one ankle and rose high, arcing your leg to the side before my body to settle it on the other side, revealing the prize between, the apex between heaven and hell that I was far too eager to visit. I let my eyes taste you, before the rest was allowed and simply seeing your folds made my breath ragged. Lowering closer to the bed my cheek to caressed your thigh, feeling its heat and I smelled your scent in deeply drawn breaths. I know that he smiled, seeing the tenderness, seeing the care within the moment. His chair creaked again, but only because he left it and was now kneeling along the side of the bed for a better vantage point.
“God she is so wet for you, baby.” His voice whispered next to me, and made me blush. I nodded without words in response, but showed through actions instead just how much I loved knowing that he was there, that he was watching and kissed him deeply. With a low “mmm” at the taste of his mouth I returned to let my lips brush your slightly puffed ones so lightly the touch could have been confused with the soft caress of a feather if you had not been watching, but yes… you were. And I got to see those beautiful eyes close as your lips parted to take in a sudden breath. What I would do to see that over and over again. I could make a career of it, dedicate the rest of my life to things like that; your gasps, your back arching, your legs shaking, and your moans. Fuck…. Your moans.
What I would do to live within the tones of your moans and tumble through each one that I pulled from you. Each sound that I took from you with force, each whimper of expressed need, each shuddered breath.
Yes, your eyes closed as my lips dragged upwards, covering the entirety of your sex from base to tip like a brush stroke form a lazy painter. Pulling back a little, I returned to repeat the act, only this time instead of my lip caressing, it was the tip of my tongue. Barely touching, teasing you, tasting you.
Rocking your hips upward to follow the motions, he moved, quickly, hand pressing firmly on your belly to push those hips back down, towering over us both. He hovered there for a moment and said with hard eyes and a tone that had definite meaning behind it, “You will lay still for her, girl, until she tells you that you can move again.” Pausing, searching your eyes for some kind of acknowledgement within them, while not needing a verbal response. Once having seen his answer, he returned to his previous view, along the side of the bed, watching closely, completely invested within the sight of us.
The air thick and heavy, the line drawn of who is in control and who is not. I smiled wide and dove harshly into you, leaving that soft gentleness in the past. My mouth, hot and eager, pushed between and instantly found that pearl that pulsed so fucking sweetly against the flat of my tongue. You damn near purr’d as those hands reached to grasp the headboard, somehow knowing somewhere deep inside that you would not be allowed to touch, not without permission. And you were in no condition to find the words to ask for it.
Time passed and blurred between several moments that left sounds of wet slurps and growled utterances muffled against your sex leaving us both within the wake of energy that seemed to radiated through the room like shock waves, causing everyone near to tremble for a moment, as my hands gripped your flesh and fed your body to me.
The dream continued, but I woke eventually to the sun blaring through my window, and for some reason, I began the day with the though of,
“God I want to taste you!”
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