Pleasure Between Worlds: Fucking Me Awake

As the sun attempted to steal through the drawn curtains, my brain had a similar struggle reaching for consciousness. I was caught in that dreamy haze between sleep and awake, and the cosy snuggle of the duvet soothed me back towards the healing slumber of a Saturday morning lie-in.  

I tumbled back towards dreamland. The covers seemed alive, caressing with warmth and affection. I wrapped myself tighter in the loving sheets, enjoying the heat and weight of them on my body. It seemed as though the edge of the fabric stroked my neck as I lay contentedly between worlds, while heavier folds moved affectionately over my body’s curves.  

Pleasure Between Worlds: Fucking Me Awake

The rumpled material transformed; instead of comforting yet inanimate sheets, suddenly I recognised a distinctly human touch. Him… I guessed, at least. I couldn’t be sure what was real and what was still dreamy imaginings – but it didn’t matter. I didn’t care. Responding to his gentle embrace, and amorous fondling, I tried to speak. But all that came out was a soft moan of enthusiastic –if sleepy- consent.  

He moved closer then, spooning my naked body from behind with his as I enjoyed the sensations, including being unable to distinguish between sleepy reality or steamy dream. Combined with the lapping of the warm, weighty duvet surrounding us, his hands slowly roaming my body completed the enveloping of bliss.  

His fingers, so familiar, so welcome, trekked their familiar journey. Fingertips softly kissed my shoulder, followed by his lips. I felt his hot breath against my neck as we parted spoons, allowing his nails to slowly graze downwards, over my ribcage, towards the narrowing of my waist – then travelling uphill over the generous curve of my hip.  

The slight tickle and sensory thrills of his fingers’ pilgrimage didn’t jolt me completely awake, but neither was I completely asleep any more. Desire ignited, I shuffled my body back towards him, seeking his body – the warmth, the connection. I heard him moan ever so softly close to my ear as my bottom softly brushed against his previously secret erection.  

Moan turned to determined grunt as those well-travelled fingers pushed my hip forwards; the dawn of a quest. Index and middle finger expertly sought out the slippery wetness his attentions had generated so far. My breaths turned ragged and heavy as he slid a finger inside me, probing and testing, then another… opening me up and finger fucking me. My nipples were hard against the covers and his other arm slipped round underneath me, seeking the weight of my breasts to complete the sinful encircling.  

Refusing to admit I was awake and listening only to my body’s demands, I shuffled backwards again, rebelling, wanting more – always more. His fingers fucked me harder, but beyond his hand I could sense his hard, straining cock impatient for its prize. 

Finally, with the fingers of his other hand brushing somewhat awkwardly against the nipples of my large breasts, which only served to make the molestation seem even more sordid, he withdrew… to move closer and position his urgent hardness between my legs. Moving slightly to accept him, I couldn’t help but groan a little myself as his tip brushed against my now puffy and slippery labia. A few clumsy and awkward thrusts as he enjoyed the freedom to tweak my hard nipples with lust-coated fingers, which I felt certain were simply to torment rather than a display of ineptitude.  

Pleasure Between Worlds: Fucking Me Awake

If I were completely awake I might have found the energy to wriggle and make his penetration a certainty, in spite of his sadistic teasing. As it was, laying there in the growing glow and warmth of morning sunlight and the confidence of his love, sleepiness won out against fight. My enforced patience was eventually rewarded, as he found he couldn’t take it any more either… and spread my legs to position himself against the waiting entrance of my pussy.  

The heat emanating from our bodies was immense, and perspiration coated us as we enjoyed the few seconds just laying like that. Him, ready to fuck me, devouring my body with his hands and wordlessly communicating his carnal desire with every hot breath on my neck. While I waited, on his terms; happy to trust, enjoying the anticipation, savouring the intimate touch.  

Surprise is another of his sadistic pleasures. Well, sadistic/seriously sexy. In a moment I had no chance of pre-determining, he pushed forwards with a lustful snarl. The full length of his loaded, rippled shaft slammed into me full force, making the strong magnetism between our bodies a literal reality. His body surrounded mine as his cock enjoyed its perfect sheath, my pussy stretching to accommodate his size and pushing back against his fierce hardness, thrilling us both with the most addicting intimate massage.  

Fingers coaxed my nipples and hands mauled the heavy orbs of my breasts as I reached down between his amorous arms to attend to my silently screaming clit. Circling the painfully throbbing button with pussy-juice coated fingertip, I let myself float in yet another world entirely, not the dreams of sleep or the starkness of reality, but somewhere else. A world of pleasurable sensation, of sex, and him, of his cock filling and pumping in and out of me, and his mouth and fingers following up with echoes of eroticism. 

His fucking always seems to last an eternity during the moment; the eternal moment so fleeting in my greedy, immediate retrospect. 

Pleasure Between Worlds: Fucking Me AwakePassionate embrace and mid-fuck mauling turned to the suddenly stationary grip of one on the brink, and I put my all into enjoying his choked desperation on the precipice of climax. With a final, full and heavy slam of his entire body against mine, he emptied himself into me completely, crying out in a language without words but overflowing with emotion, while my tight pussy mercilessly drained every last ounce of need from him in hungry gulps. 

For a while, afterwards, we simply lay like that -as is our habit. Even once the fire of his ardour had slipped away, we snuggled together in sublime serenity. Soon, I’d have to admit I was really awake; but for now I luxuriated in the sex-scented haze. 

 

Pleasure Between Worlds: Fucking Me Awake

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