We lay talking in bed, our bodies tangled together beneath the sheets, although no significant events had ensued. We talked as we got dressed (or rather, undressed) for bed, kissed fiercely once atop the covers, and had a tickle war beneath the sheets. We lay spent, but from no sexual exertion, by any means. After we decided it was bad for our health because neither of us could breathe any longer, we collapsed, exhausted, onto the mountain of pillows near the solid oak headboard. We never seem to lie on our own separate sides of the bed, but always seem to curl our bodies and mold together throughout the night, always seeming to wake up holding each other.
Tonight would be different.
We casually conversed about our relationship, how work is going, and other colloquial chat. I drifted off into a mellow sleep listening to your voice, with my head laid on your chest listening to your heartbeat, and your fingers work their way through my long soft tresses of deep reddish auburn hair.
I feel your moist lips press against my forehead before I fall into a deep sleep.
My dream. I remember it vaguely.
I had been cuddling with you but you had to get up for something. I felt you move from beneath me as I stretch out between the cool cotton sheets. While you're away, I drift off into a restful sleep.
Then I feel it... maybe your finger? It's cold as ice. I wake immediately to find it is ice. You have a rectangular cube dripping less than an inch above my now erect nipple. I open my eyes slowly, adjusting to the light, only to feel a surprisingly warm sensation. I recognize that sensation, but it's more delightful than usual in this dream. Your tongue swirls around the stiff nub, gently taking it between your teeth and flicking across it with the tip of your wet tongue. Your lips form a suction cup around the whole nipple and you begin to suck with fervor. The warm sensation after the chilling ice is completely new to me.
I begin to stir beneath the sheets in my deep slumber at the sensual dream.
The cold again. The ice is pressed into the skin just between my soft, round breasts. It trails down for a moment and stops just at the bottom of my ribcage. Then follows your warm tongue again. The sensation is unbearable. I try to shift my hips but the weight of your body presses into mine, making me paralyzed beneath your ministrations. A soft moan escapes my lips.
You look up quickly to see if I've woken from my sleep, unsure of my reaction. You find me still blissfully dreaming, my eyes wide shut, and a sly smile spread across my face. You imagine me dreaming about what you're doing to me, knowing it's actually happening, and reassure yourself that when I wake, I will thoroughly be enjoying the pleasure which you are delivering.
Your hand travels down the center of my firm stomach, past my belly button ring, followed by the ice cube and lastly your tongue. My soft skin forms a slight film of sweat covering my whole body, and you grin as your erection twitches at the thought of the sweat dripping off our bodies as we make love.
The ice has now melted and chilled my skin, causing goosebumps to raise across my warm body. You hope I'll wake up soon so you can stop being so slow and gentle, but you enjoy the thought of teasing me in my slumber and interrupting my dreams with the soft delicate pleasures you're applying to my sensitive flesh.
Your tongue and teeth move back up to my other nipple, only to find it soft, melting into the flesh of the large, round breast piled beneath it. You watch my chest rise and fall as I breathe, a bit ragged, before you flick your tongue out. You continue to catch the tip with the rhythm of my breath until it's as hard as you are.
