I was dreaming.
Or at least, I thought I was.
In the dream, I was being fucked hard, and mercilessly. My body on top of the table, his grip bruising my hips as he held me down.
His fingers and tongue pushed into me without any warning, curling deep until I was gasping, crying out, and writhing under his control.
The dream shifted. Suddenly, I was on my knees, lips stretched around a thick cock, my throat burning from deep he pushed.
My eyes watered, but I didn't stopped.
I needed more.
The deep groan that fumbled from his chest, the way his fingers tightened in my hair only made me hungrier.
Desperate to take it all.
And then I was standing again, my palms flat against a tall glass window, the city below.
His body pressed into mine, chest hot against my back, his cock slamming into me so hard I thought the glass might crack.
Every thrust drove me insane.
Taking my breath away.
My moans fogging up the glass as my legs shook.
The positions kept changing, on the bed, against the wall, the floor, everywhere.
I didn't even know how many times he had made me come.
It just kept happening.
Over and over again.
The helpless moaning, the stretch, my body clenching, and arching, I was begging for more and shattering over and over until I couldn't breathe.
Every surface in the bedroom was covered with our come.
I squeezed my thighs together in my sleep.
My back arched slightly.
God...thar dream was soo sexy, and felt so real.
I didn't wake up at all.
I wanted to stay right there, and becoming a moaning mess by him.
My body was flushed, tingling, aching in placed that's shouldn't be aching from a dream.
And fuck, I was wet.
Even half-asleep, I could feel the throbbing pulse between my legs.
My eyelids fluttered, but I didn't open them.
My hand moved on its own, wandering without shame.
Fingertips brushed over my bare breasts, and a soft breath escaped me as I pinched one nipple, then the other, gently at first, then harder.
I arched into my own touch, circling and tugging until both nipples hardened under my fingertips.
My hand drifted lower, sliding across my stomach. I exhaled shakily. My skin burned everywhere I touched.
I didn't rush it. I savored it.
When I reached my clit, I gasped.
Fuck.
I was soaked.
The dream had made me that wet?
I bit my lip, a small moan escaping as I gently rubbed, circling over the se sensitive nub.
" Mmm..." I whispered.
Voice desperate.
Every nerve in my body seemed to light up. I was so sensitive.
My hips shifted slightly, chasing the friction as I pressed harder.
The ache inside me flared, and my body wasn't satisfied.
I slid my fingers down further, and then pushed one inside.
I moaned, I arched a little, thighs clenching around my hand.
My walls clenched around my finger.
Still pulsing with hunger.
God, I needed more.
I licked my lips, my other hand trailing upto my breast, squeezing gently as my finger moved in slow strokes inside me.
My body responded immediately, greedy, twitching at every motion.
Another whisper slipped past my lips.
" Alessio..."
The name lingered on my lips.
Why am I even saying his name?
My fingers kept moving, circling over my clit, sliding back inside my soaked pussy.
But it wasn't enough.
It wasn't fucking enough.
I wanted bigger fingers. Or a big cock.
Something that could actually fill me the way I craved.
My other fingers slid down to help, ready to press more fingers in, desperate for that stretch, but I froze.
Something caught both of my wrists..
Before I could even react, They were pushed above my head and pinned there.
And, a larger finger slid inside me.
It was thicker, and deeper.
More skilled than my own.
My back arched, as panic and pleasure crashed into me all at once.
"Oh—" I gasped.
My eyes flying open.
Heart lurching into my throat as those sharp black eyes stared down at me in amusement.
His lips curved like he knew evert filthy thought I'd had.
His hair were wet.
Tousled mess.
Dripping with water that slid down the ridges of his chest, like he had just stepped out of the shower, and straight into my fantasy.
" Oh...God..," I whispered. " A-alessio?"
He didn't answer. Instead, his fingers curled just right, hitting the sensitive spot inside me that made my entire body jolt.
"Fuck." I cried out, head tripping bak into the pillow as my hips lifted off the sheets, chasing the sensation.
He leaned down, his mouth brushing my neck.
Hot breath fanning against my neck, followed by the slow drag of his tongue against my skin.
He kissed it once and bit on it.
" Playing by yourself, princesspessa?" He murmured.
His lips ghosting over the bite.
" I don't remember giving you the permission to do that on my bed."
My breath hitched.
" Especially," he continued, nibbling his way up my jaw, " When you could have just asked me to do it for you."
He leaned back slightly, head tilting. A strand of damp hair falling across his forehead.
He looked so addictive to look at.
My mouth opened. But no words came.
His smirk widened.
" Or is my good girl trying to tempt me?"
I moaned, his fingers still moving inside me, slow now, keeping me on the edge but refusing to give me what I needed.
I didn't know what was more overwhelming, the realization that ot wasn't a dream. It was all real.
His eyes never left mine.
Thode cold, black flames burned straight through me.
" Because if you are trying to tempt me into punishing you." He said calmly.
" It's working."
He slid in a second finger.
I cried out, " Oh fuck!" My back arched off the bed as the stretch tore another moan from my throat.
My hands, still trapped in his, twitched violently, fingers scratching at his skin.