Tonight you came into my dream. A dream so deep I scarcely felt the brush of warm lips to mine, barely noticed the slight shifting of weight into the mattress as you held yourself over me. Your body fit so well into mine, thighs slightly parted as if in invitation for you to slide between them. One hand flung up to tangle in the dark curtain of hair draped over the pillow.
You lowered your body slowly, carefully atop me. Your hips fitting perfectly in the cradle of my own, breasts molding to fit snug to your chest. Your knuckles brushing the silken length of my hair, watching my eyes roll beneath their lids...dreamstate. Was I dreaming of you?
Soft murmurs escape my throat as the press of your body tugs at my dreams, hips arching up. A stretch beneath you, lips parting, begging to be kissed. Bending your head you accept the offer, pressing your lips to mine. Your tongue pushing past sharp teeth to delve into the warmth of my mouth, careful not to jar my dreams and wake me. A soft sigh breathed into your mouth signalling a response on some level, the gentle flutter of my tongue to dance with yours. Enjoying my dreamlover's kiss...the weight of his body.
My hands moving up over your hips, your tongue frozen in my mouth. Fearing you've woken me and broken the spell but the dream moves on and a soft whimper of protest is heard, lips searching for the warmth of your mouth. Complying without hesitation your mouth drops back over mine, kissing me deeply. Your hands roaming up the sides of my naked body, the sheet swept away long ago by those same careful hands. Hands that now cup each side of a full breast as your lips move over mine.
Lost in the gripping dream, my back arching as the dreamlover's hands draw me closer. Breaking the kiss to expose the tender expanse of my throat to his lips. A sleeping sensual invitation, your lips touching instantly to my throat, tasting the sweet flesh...feeling the flutter of a pulse beneath your kiss. Pale creamy flesh just waiting to be tasted, that fluttering pulse begging to be set free. A shift of hips beneath you...rocking, my body silently begging for your entry.