I walked with you once upon a dream...

This is for you, Xan. Of course. :)

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She pressed her lips to the pulse point in his neck. She tasted his skin while breathing in his scent. It was warm and spicy, both his smell and his taste. She didn't think she could ever get her fill of this man. He was everything she had ever wanted and then some.

Did she even deserve him?

Her fingertips grazed lightly over dark hair spattered across his chest. Her nails scratched at an erect nipple, eliciting a moan from his sensual mouth, before travelling further down his body. She forced her lips to detach from his neck to follow the same trail as her digits.

Every hitched breath, every guttural moan, every whispered plead sent shivers of pleasure coursing down her exposed spine. She wanted this as badly as he did, but she wanted to savor every second of his body, like he had done to her not one hour ago.

She pushed back onto her knees as her lips trailed down over his warm stomach, in search of the hard flesh her hand was currently wrapped lightly around. She couldn't get enough of him. She didn't know if she'd ever be fully satisfied. All she wanted was him. Forever.

Her teeth scraped lightly over his hip bone and she reveled in the way his hips bucked forward, the tip of his erection bumping into her chin. She understood his impatience and need. She had felt it the minute he had started his long discovery of her body, but she wanted just one more moment.

With one final kiss to his lower stomach, she lifted her mouth from his skin and turned her head. Her pink, wet tongue slid sensually from between her slightly parted lips and touched the based on his hard cock. The slight touch sent him cursing and breathing heavier than before, and urged her forward.

She needed more.

Her tongue moved leisurely along the soft, yet rough, skin until she could lick at the precum weeping from his slit. She looked at him from beneath heavy lids and smirked when she locked eyes with him.

"You're torturing me, baby." He could barely speak the words, his breath coming hard and fast. She knew he was holding out, but needed release. She wanted to give that to him.

She watched his face as he watched her lick more precum from his cock. She loved the way his eyes rolled into the back of his head and his hips rose involuntarily, pressing the head of his dick into her open mouth.

She wouldn't wait any longer.

Wrapping her lips tightly around the head, she let her tongue sweep across the underside, before letting her mouth sink down the length of his cock. With each curse and moan that left his mouth, she sucked harder and bobbed her head just slightly faster, her hand working the base of his cock in succession with her mouth.

It only took a couple of minutes before she felt his body tense and as his shout of, "I'm coming, baby" came, she clamped her mouth around his dick and waited for it.

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The sound of the alarm broke into her mind and her intense dream. Her arm reached out and hit the snooze button with jostling her body more than necessary and when it came back, snuggled tight against her breast, she willed her mind to fall back asleep, to finish what they had started.

It was, however, no use. The last of her dream was dissipating into the sun streaming through her window like the morning fog does at daybreak. A part of her wanted to cry at the loss, but the other part - the more alert part - told her to wake up and roll over.

When she did, her eyes landed on his face, his half open, and his mouth smiling at her.

"Good morning, baby," he said, his arm reaching across the mere inches that separated them and pulled her closer. "Did you sleep well?"

She smiled.