The Erotic Dream
I look down at her, her dark skin contrasting with the light sheets. I wonder what she is dreaming about; she looks so peaceful. Her nipples’ slightly erect, giving a hint that maybe it is an erotic dream.
I touch my lips to one of her nipples. It comes to life in my mouth. A slight moan escapes her lips, and she stirs ever so slightly, turning to afford me better access to her body.
I wonder if I should touch her more, or let her sleep. She hasn't gotten much sleep lately, but she looks so inviting lying there. I run my hand down her side, feel her soft skin beneath my hand. The warmth radiating from her body is as nourishing to my soul as the rain is to a sun kissed desert. I slide my fingers over her lips. Even in her sleep she gives my finger a light kiss. I lean over and kiss her lips, they are warm, and inviting. My mouth migrates south to her neck, one of my favorite spots. I kiss the hollow of her neck, where neck and shoulder meet. A louder moan escapes her, and her eyes open.
She rolls over onto her back, and pulls me to her, holding me close. I feel her breath on my neck and it sends shivers down my back. I kiss her strongly now, more force behind it, more need. Her mouth opens and invites me in to dance. I gladly accept. My hands find her breasts. I squeeze her nipples with my fingers, and she wiggles beneath me. I don't know if from pain or pleasure, and I'm not sure if I care. Her struggle intoxicates me more. I must have her.
My hands move further down her body, to the core of both our needs. I slip a finger between the folds of her lips, and feel the moisture there. It's the honey of the Goddess, and I can't wait to taste of it.
Her legs part as she allows me to feel how much she wants me, perhaps even needs me. I thrust two fingers inside her, she says something I can't understand, and her eyes roll back. She pushes herself onto me further. It drives me crazy when she shows me the hunger she has for me; the need, the ache to have me inside her. I withdraw slightly and then push back in, harder, more forceful. I want to consume her. Make her feel what I feel.
I bend over and touch my tongue to her clit, the center of everything. She pushes up towards me again. That's all the encouragement I need. I take as much of her into my mouth as I can with my fingers still inside her.
She is beyond this world now. Where her mind is I don't know, but I wish I could hook into it and journey with her. For now though, it is enough to know she has allowed me to be the one to send her there. I pull her clit into my mouth and suck on it hard. I know this will send her over the edge.
She pushes her hips into me, her muscles tense and an animalistic noise erupts from her mouth. She is there. I feel the wetness flow past my fingers, as her muscles lock my fingers inside her. Even when I'm in control, she is in control. I wouldn't pull out of her right now anyway; I love this feeling.
I rise up, and kiss her mouth softly, feeling the contractions subside. Feeling her muscles relax. Seeing contentment rise in her expression. Now I withdraw my fingers. She jumps, adjusting to the emptiness.
"I love you" she whispers, and her eyes close again.
I watch as she drifts back to sleep, her dark skin contrasting with the light sheets. I wonder what she's dreaming about. She looks so peaceful, her slightly erect nipples the only evidence of the erotic dream she just had....