A midnight dream

Her bra and panties lay abandoned on the floor, and she was spread on the bed. In only one piece of clothing.

It was my shirt, but now it was no longer just on her hip. She is wearing it.

Her head was resting on a pillow which her both hands were tucked under. On the table was an opened wine and a glass cup. There was still wine in it but she hadn’t drank much of it.

I moved towards her and sniffed in her smell. There was a little alcohol on her, but it didn’t seem like she had drunk much, I took another sniff but all that invaded my nose was the vanilla smell of her hair. I couldn’t resist the urge to touch them.

On my touch, she moved, curling herself before stretching again. Revealing the rear of her and making me wish I had stayed away.

I couldn’t resist touching those legs.

I laid a hand on her knee and heard her give a deep sigh. I let a little chuckle escape my lip, she wouldn’t hear it. I loved how sensitive she was.

My hands moved down her legs, loving how smooth they were and wondering if they were naturally so or if she had waxed before the wedding.

My intentions were just to touch them briefly and stop, but when I moved up a little, sliding my palm over a full thighs, she moaned.

The sound was short and breathless, tiny and perfect. I wanted to hear more of it. My other hand also wanted to feel her.

When my both hands played again over her thighs, I watched her buck in response to my touch. I loved her like this. She was asleep yet her body was supple and obedient, responding to my touch.

I loved lower to her legs, and she sighed again. Not a deep one, but this one was short and sexy. I wanted to know more. More of the responses her body made. It would be wonderful, with her asleep.

I wanted to make the moment more legendary. I picked up her phone, she had installed no password. Unfortunately for her.

I put on her camera. Hadn’t she said it was Awesome? It was. She would see this in 3D afterward.

There were more sounds I could wriggle out of her. I wanted her to hear them afterward. The sounds she had made in her sleep, unconscious under my touch. To show her a tip of the icing, there would be much more if she was awake.

My hands moved a bit higher up her thighs and surprisingly, she shut them together, fast. The thought of her once being abused forced its way into my mind and I froze on stop.

I was Alexander King. I took pride in being a great seducer, but I would never force my touch on a woman.

I rubbed her thighs slowly and withdrew them, ready to leave. Then her moan stopped me.

“Xandro.” It was like a prayer on her lips, her skin was no longer tense underneath my hands, I massaged her thighs slowly this time, and she didn’t jerk out of my touch, instead, she moaned again. Her body growing warm under my touch, and her eyes were still closed.

When my hands cupped her ass lightly, the moan she gave was quite the opposite. It was confident and loud. Like she was turned on, pressing her ass against my hands like she loved the feeling.

I felt my cock straining for freedom in my pants but I wouldn’t have sex with a sleeping woman.

My hands moved over her ass again and this time she moaned, “Yess…”

Was my wife having a wet dream?

I slipped a finger across her middle only to find her very wet. Another moan escaped her as I grazed her core. She bucked against my hands like she wanted more, yet she didn’t open her eyes.

Asleep or not, Alexandro King wouldn’t leave a woman unsatisfied.

I took off no piece of clothing. Even my tie was still in place when I settled in between her legs and hung both of her sexy legs on my shoulder, spreading her legs and positioning myself in between them.

Such juices should never be allowed to waste.

The sound that escaped her when I gave the center of her core a bold lick should have been enough reward. It was a vibration that rose from her heat and came out through her throat. It was fucking sexy and needy. I was dying to hear more of it.

She bucked up, pushing her core wider into my face, giving me more access.

I started slowly, amazed at how much of her juices flowed with each slide of my tongue, loving how she had begun panting in desperation and how her true needs were revealed even in her sleep.

Never hand she opened her lips to call me by my name, but now she called me Xandro. Was that the man she wanted me to be in her dreams? I would be that man.

Loving her taste, I sucked the whole of her clit into my mouth and felt her scream right there. It was a key that unlocked the beast in her as she began trashing against my mouth.

My hands groped over one thigh to keep her in place as I sucked to my satisfaction. I couldn’t look up to see if she was awake now or not, but I could feel how close she was to her cum. I had lost the reason for which I was doing this, to give her pleasure or to get a taste of her, to hear more of her sounds or the wonder what she looked or sounded like when she came.

I felt her fingers slide into my hair as she pulled me to obey her will. It was a pleasure to clamp my teeth over that soft flesh and hear her yelp.

I couldn’t wait to take her back home. To my room of amazing pleasure and surprises. To lay her down on my bed of control and beg her to defy me. My hands clamped over the ass I longed to stroke, and watch turn red. Her smooth ass would be so beautiful, even after days, then fucking her from behind when her skin was still pink and tender.

I soothed the pain with my tongue and led her to her climax as a reward.

She rode my mouth as she came and finally, I looked and met her eyes.

My beautiful wife was awake, and she was coming.

“Now, we’re even,” I said into her eyes before the glorious stars of pleasure took over them.