Dream a little dream of me…

I dreamed of you last night. A dream just like old times. An odd mixture of vague and precise. A rare combination of soft and rough.

Our union was so real and so hard to distinguish from the reality. We went all the way down and then all the way up and down again. I heard you moan from a distance. I heard my moan in your mouth. Our bodies gently brushing against each other. The friction creating more pleasure. Like I said I remember it vaguely and yet precisely.

A dim light from the candle reflected on your skin like a variable star. One moment you were a Sirius and the next you were gone. But we were inseparable.

Our lips slid from one kiss to another, tongue wrapped together and you moaned, I felt a twitch between my legs. You tasted divine and I wanted to taste you all. Now I wonder how can a dream be so rigorous.

I carve my path down your skin. Not sure if in a hurry or I dawdled. Sliding over your thighs, I bring my face to your core. Your one hand on my shoulder and other pulling my hair. My lips land at your tip as I hear you whimper. I flickered my tongue around you until you hardened the best. I hear whispers – Oh god! Oh please!

I touch your thighs and butt, I felt the goosebumps. And immediately my loins are wide awake sending chills down my spine. As I take you inside my mouth more and more, I feel you tightening between my lips more. Your hand still on my shoulder, your fingers digging deep into my skin, I enjoy you wither with pleasure. The pleasure I was giving you.

As the candle light shone a little brighter, I saw our bare bodies shining brightly cuz of the sweat. The next thing I know, my back arched, my mouth dry and my clit wet. You are down there, sucking the juice out of it. Sucking my life out of me.

My hips thrusting towards towards you, gripping your hair, I was getting closer than ever in chasing my orgasm. As you slid your fingers inside me while massaging my clit, a smile escaped my lips. While my body arched passing shivers all over, I begged for a release. I cried out one last time as the orgasm washed out of my body.

I dreamed about you last night just like old times.

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