Fantasy dreams

Her sleep was restless, the kind of sleep punctuated with small periods of consciousness and rare moments of true deep slumber. The spaces in between filled with random thoughts and small snippets of nonsensical dreams. She rolled over and fluffed her pillow as she heard the front door close, her husband and children finally gone for the day.

Her breath seemed to come more evenly as she luxuriated in the knowledge that she was alone, free to sleep or wake at her leisure. The bed seemed warmer, her pillow softer, the house a haven, and her bed a sanctuary, and for the moment her time was her own.

She slept soundly for a while as the dream began to weave its magic, slowly, gently gaining purpose. Moving in the shadows of consciousness it deftly came into full focus. As it spoke to her in soft whispers, she responded completely both body and mind. "Come with me" it beckoned, "Let me" it pleaded, demanded and then with a low pitched growl of satisfaction it took her as she willingly set her feet to follow the path laid out before her.

It was he who came to her in the dream, this man who had dominated her waking moments over the past few months. Awakening in her, desires she had thought were long dormant, lately she had found herself stumbling around high on these wondrous new feelings he stirred inside her. He now had found his way inside, invading her sleeping mind with his endless treasure trove of forbidden pleasures.

She moaned softly in her sleep as he began the seduction. Slowly, with maddening deliberateness he laid his lips on her face, following the path of her jaw line, kissing, his tongue teasing, his beard tickling and scraping as he made his way to her ear. His breath warm on her neck sent shivers of pleasure coursing though her body, his hands moving lightly with familiar knowledge over her sleep warm skin.

Straying over the more sensitive areas, before moving on, leaving a trail of aching desire, while still somehow giving extreme pleasure. He sucked gently on her earlobe, nuzzling his face into her neck. She shivered with pleasure, it seemed as if each hair on her body began to stand on end.

She rolled in her sleep; legs clenched tightly together, nipples tight and hard, rubbing against the soft cotton of her T-shirt. His kisses centred over one breast, his mouth wetting the material of her shirt so it clung to her erect nipple. He sucked firmly for a brief maddening moment, then pulled ever so gently on her nipple with his lips, stopping at times he let his breath brush over the damp fabric. His eyes watched her intently, measuring each of her reactions. His hands ran over her belly then along the inside of her thighs, touching everywhere, yet avoiding the warm moist nest of her pussy. Brushing at times over the dark hair that covered her she trembled and began to squirm in her sleep.

She slowly became aware of his voice, his questions, his declarations of just what he wanted to and planned to do, adding to her arousal. He knew all her secrets and played on them, her need coiling tightly in her stomach, her skin somehow more sensitive to each caress as she waited longingly for his next touch. His hands moved now to cup her mound gently; one finger curled slightly just a fraction of an inch above her opening.

She blushed, knowing he could feel how wet she was, yet still she pushed her pussy more firmly into his hand, grinding her hips to feel the pressure of his palm on her tight hard button. She heard him chuckle and ask, "You want something?" his voice sounding pleased with her reaction, confident that yes indeed she wanted something and wanted it quite badly. "Tell me" he demanded with a seemly cordial calmness that told her he would wait all day until he heard the words he wanted come forth from her mouth. Showing him with her body would only enflame her situation and garners his resolve. Still she tried, moaning again and moving restlessly against him.

"Like that, do you?" he commented as he slipped one finger quickly inside of her, allowing his thumb to find it's way between her lips and brush briefly against the hard nub that lay hidden between. He then moved his hands back down her legs, stopping to caress behind her knees before making his way back up the insides of the soft flesh of her inner thighs, this time his fingers teasing her making her warm and wet. Sliding two fingers inside her, he moved sending ripples of heat through her body. He slowly eased them in and out mimicking the movements of love as she trembled.

His mouth fastened on her breast and sucked in earnest making her body surge forward with pleasure, stopping only when he could feel her begin to tighten around his fingers, the beginning of an orgasm building. He looked again at her face, his eyes taking in her flushed completion, her breath that came in ragged quick gasps, her hair wild and damp around her face, falling over her shoulders in dark tangles. He lifted one of those random curls and rubbed the hair between his fingers.

Tell me, he said softly, what you want, no longer teasing but earnestly wanting her to choose. He rubbed his chin back and forth over the sensitive skin of one breast as he waited for her response, his beard brushing softly over her still hard nipple.

"I want you," she gasped arching her body against him in encouragement.

He began to trace one finger delicately inside the crease of her thigh, following what would have been her panty line. She wished she could answer him; tell him all the things he did to her that made her crazy with desire. He was so much more comfortable expressing just what he wanted and she longed to be able to arouse him with merely her own words. Her hands ran wildly over his body, tugging at him and pulling him closer. She felt his hardness against her leg and knew she wanted to feel him inside of her. She wiggled down to align their faces and pulled his bottom lip into her mouth. "I want you to take me." She said clearly, her hand reaching down to wrap around his manhood and guide it to the wet heat at her centre. "I want you inside now".

A smile tugged at the edges of her lips as she rubbed the head of his dick up and down along her slit, coating it with her juice until she could wait no longer. She pulled her knees up as she felt him glide inside of her, wrapping her legs tight around him she forced him to hold still, not allowing him to pull back or move as she revelled in the fullness she felt with him buried deep within.

He held his body still for what seemed like eternity before pulling one of her legs and then the other up and over his shoulders. He looked down over her body, knowing that there wasn't anything she would deny him. She was his for the taking, yet it was her obvious pleasure in him that was the ultimate turn on. The knowledge that he could make her cum over and over again in so many different ways made him ache at the thought of it.

She was, in this position open to him and somewhat vulnerable, yet he moved with care as he slowly pushed himself inside her then pulling back, watching for the tell tale signs that she wanted more, wanted it harder and faster, until finally he was thrusting mindlessly into her, his balls slapping against her as he planted himself so deeply into her. "Tell me" he demanded, "Tell me you love it," he said between thrusts, knowing by her movements that she gloried in his every move, but wanting to hear it all the same.

"Yes," she gasped as he slid between her legs, "Yes, I love it, love you" she moaned as her pussy began to tighten around him, clinging to his cock as she began to orgasm. A crescendo of tingling electric shocks centred inside of her, running down the inside of her legs, the souls of her feet and the tips of her breasts. She clung to him as he pumped harder and faster still, making her orgasm roll over and over her body, her teeth biting into her bottom lip as she came, her body lunging forward

"Yes!" roared in her ears as she opened her eyes. Her own voice or his heard for the moment only inside her head?

Her body still trembled as she rolled once again in her empty bed. The dream had seemed so real, her heart still beat erratically, her blood still running fast and hot and she gasped as the material of her sleep shirt brushed against skin that seemed at once fevered and chilled, gooseflesh raising the fine hair on her arms.

How had he done this she wondered, touching her body, a wanton smile crossing her lips that were somehow swollen but had not in reality been kissed. Even in sleep he had made his claim on her body. As her fingers sought relief in the white-hot heat of her flesh she acknowledged with a sigh that while he had claimed her body, it was she that had given him her heart.