I can feel it in the way he touches me, like he’s committing my body to memory, even in this dream. I can feel the tightly restrained power and as he touches me, I can almost sense the barely tamed side of him about to snap from plumping my breasts and hardened nipples, twisting and tugging, getting me ready for something I’m sure would devastate me if I was awake.
With the almost romantic setting of my room, I can just about see that he’s shirtless, actually, he’s naked and I’m here for it.
I can see his hair is a bit longer than the last time I saw him and so much more urbane.
Suddenly, I have this insane need to mess it up a bit—mess him up, so I reach up and tug at his hair.
He shoots me the most sinful smile I’ve ever seen. There’s a sort of animalistic attraction between us. He’s barely touched me, and I know I’m already wet. I can smell it.
“Look at you,” he breathes, now hovering over me and me, desperate for his touch, desperate to feel something other the numb loneliness, I part my legs to help him settle more comfortably and he does… Fuck! “Do you want me, Little Minx?”
“Oh God, yes,” I pant as my silk robe falls apart seamlessly as I feel his hard cock right where I’m aching for it; the soft, wet folds of my sex.
I feel the broad head of his impressive erection prod at my sex, sliding between my sleek pussy. Immediately he exerts light pressure on my clit and my eyes roll to the back of my head.
I swear, this man is intent on driving me to insanity with his cock and I might just let him.
“You missed me, baby?” he rumbles in my ear.
“More than you’ll ever know,” I stutter, feeling my heartbeat go wild. I love when Julian talks to me in my dreams. I know it’s not real so I’m honest because I know I’m only talking to an absent ghost that won’t use my truth against me to taunt me or remind me how pitiful I am.
Here, I can allow my sexual hunger for Julian overwhelm me and control me, like he is now.
Julian squeezes my swollen breasts, his thumbs rubbing against my peaked, sensitive nipples. I arch against him, feeling the warmth of his skin, the heavy weight of his powerful body pressing me into the mattress. And then he reaches down for my ass, squeezes it so good and then he lifts me into a deft roll of his hips, his cock applying more pressure to pussy.
“Shit,” I moan, arching my neck. Like I just offered him my useless life, Julian immediately leans in and starts kissing and sucking my neck, biting and invoking a sexual hunger so intense, I want more. “Please Julian.”
“Not yet, baby. I have to get you ready first,”
“But I am ready! I’m so ready!”
“Hmmm, let’s see.”
He slides down, nuzzling and placing open-mouthed kisses from my neck, between my breasts, down to my navel until he places a kiss right on my pussy.
“You fucking missed me,” Julian purrs. “You’re so wet and swollen for me.”
As he says that, I feel two fingers slip into my pussy and then he pulls my leg over his shoulder, only to start licking and fucking my pussy with his skilled, almost provocative tongue.
My hands fist the sheets beneath me. I can feel my chest heaving as Julian circles my throbbing clit with the tip of his tongue expertly. This must be illegal, the way he manipulates the hypersensitive knot of nerves to his liking, making me wait and yet feeling like I’m about to explode and shake the world with my loud, heavy moans.
My hips start their own dance, moving restlessly into this devious torment, my pussy clenching and tightening with this inexplicable need to come.
“Julian, please. I need…” I gasp, but his torture is relentless, coaxing my body with his tongue and fingers to the brink of orgasm, then, like the devil he is, he pulls me come back down just a bit. “Please let me come.”
“I love it when you beg,” he murmurs against my pussy. “I’ll give you want you need, baby.”
Fuck, this dream is all too real and I’m here for it.
I grab at his hair with my tiny fists as he laps at my pussy hungrily, with a vigor and urgency I can’t explain. All I can do is hold on as he adds another finger in my pussy, the fullness of it all incredible that I can’t stop the tidal wave when it crashes into me.
I come with a silent scream, but he doesn’t stop fucking me with his tongue until I come a second time, this time I can’t stop the loud moan that escapes my lips.
When Julian pulls back up to look at me, the fuzzy feeling of the dream starts fading away. This is too good to be a dream, a small voice says in my head but I shut it down, focusing on the way he’s looking down at me.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful. I ache for you Mia, I need to fuck you right now.”
I’m ready!
I’m moaning and rubbing myself against him. His rich scent, the way he feels on top of me, the way his deep voice makes the hairs on my body stand up on end, it’s a potent sensory aphrodisiac, I can feel my inner muscles clenching with the need to take him deep inside.
Suddenly, a sense of urgency takes over the room. We look up at each other, the candlelight flickering in his eyes.
“Please fuck me,” I whisper breathlessly.
“You’re mine, Mia.”
God, those words.
It’s in my dreams that I really feel them, that I feel taken by him. I don’t even want to think of the repercussions of this dream when I wake up.
It’s as if he learned some kind of torture technique of sorts. He places open mouthed kisses all over my body, rolling his hips bringing me higher without actually doing what I want him to do before the sun come up, fuck me so good.
Right now, Julian’s ghost is pushing all the right buttons to make forget reality.
“I need to be inside you, baby,” Julian whispers roughly. “I want to feel my cum in you, brand you and remind you who you belong to.”
He gives me no time to think or move or even because it’s then that we tear at each other.
My hands are everywhere, touching him. This man is hot. His taut muscles flex under my touch and the next thing I know, my silk robe is gone and he’s right there.
I grab at his muscular, taut ass, trying to force him to fuck me and he in turn bites down on my hardened nipple, making me scream.
It becomes a race of sorts. My need to connect with him, to feel loved, to chase away the loneliness clashes with the dangerous tension radiating from his body.
“God, I need you Julian,” I cry. “Please.”
I’m soaking wet, panting, primed and ready to go and my hands grasp his tight, muscular ass, trying to force him in, to get him to fuck me.
His tongue is on my nipples as he cups my right thigh, hauling me tighter against him and then without a thought or another a word, he thrusts deep in me.
The silent scream that escapes me is both pained and grateful. Pained because I hadn’t expected the bite of pain with his possession and grateful because finally, the one person who gave me all this agony is the one who’s about to eradicate it.
“Fuck, baby, you’re tight.”
I lie there as Julian starts screwing me straight into a hard, pulsing climax, just like that.
“Dance for me, Little Minx,” he whispers harshly, his voice alone making me even more wet. “Show me you want me.”
That’s what I want. I want to give him a show in my dreams that I desperately want to give him in reality but will never be able to.