by
Grey
As faint trails of some soothing jazz tune play gently in the background of my mind, I seem to sense her warmth. Is my body still blanketed in sleep? Yes… it must be…I am still dreaming. The swirl of pleasure that I perceive as a dream, still appears to drape me with some sense of reality. Unwilling to disturb my perception, still unsure of her reality, I dare not move. I feel the warmth of her as she spoons her body to the contour of mine, close but not quite touching, letting the chemistry that surrounds us be the early conduit of the love waiting to be made between us. This is a dream I plan to thoroughly enjoy! As I strain to stay asleep, I feel her tongue trail faint hints of moisture as it curves from just behind my ear, down to that place between my shoulder blades. There she knows that making light wet circles will drive my senses totally mad. When she perceives that I am aroused, she snakes her tongue lower, leaving behind trail of wetness between the small of my back to just where my buttocks separate. Her tongue whets my desire, causing me to moan with pleasure. Her arms encircle me; our bodies actually touch for the first time. With her right hand she lets her fingers play a slow, sensuous tune down my side. Reaching my waist she leisurely lowers her hand encircling my inner thigh. Her thumb, as if detached, ever so gently makes soft, teasing swirls just above the slit that enfolds my core. I shutter with pleasure. Do I now know now that she is not a dream? With gentle pressure she spreads her fingers around my inner thigh, pulling me into her while guiding my body so that I am more on my back than on my side. Her hands circle up my side until they cup and knead my breasts. Her head drops to my neck where she nuzzles me, bathing me in her warm moist breath, leaving tongue trails of wetness until she finds my ear and uses her tongue to make soft, slow circles. She sucks my earlobe into her mouth. I gasp with pleasure. Her mouth sends sensations throughout my body, causing my center to throb in anticipation of being suckled there as well. Knowing that her desire to please me is a channel to her own pleasure, I open my legs to invite her further into me. I turn to her, with a wordless gaze into her eyes; a heavy lidded look belies the explosion of wetness that awaits her touch. I offer her my lips, we kiss, and our tongues play to the already sexually charged aura that surrounds us. She accepts my token of appreciation and smiles. Do I hear her softly whisper my name?Teasingly, she lets her hand massage my stomach with ever-lower strokes until she reaches that soft mound of flesh just above my slit. My hips strain to meet her touch as I maneuver myself to accept her caresses. A guttural moan escapes my lips. Despite the pleadings of my body, her strong fingers continue to tease me, ignoring my wetness. My love juices begin to pour, flowing out as an impatient yearning for her attention. I moan huskily, softly, and ever so passionately into her ear. Knowing her so well, I know that by now her own body is yearning for release. I raise my lips as if to kiss her again, as our tongues dance I seize the opportunity to slide her body on top of mine. I allow her to glide her dripping pussy against the inside of my thigh until I am convinced by the sounds coming from deep within her throat that the show is now mine. Her need to please me is momentarily derailed by the softness of my inner thigh. She arches her body just enough to allow me to slide my middle finger under her to find her throbbing clit. Slowly she began to pump her body, allowing my finger to explore the entire length of her slit. Arching her back and throwing her head back. I watch her. Her eyes are closed and that look of pain-pleasure known as ecstasy is awash in her face. Then, as if the memory of an almost forgotten act suddenly resurfaced, she dropped her hand between my legs and caressed my clit. I have been so into her, I have momentarily forgotten her need to please me. Sensing my fleeting lapse of control, she slowly slides her thumb into my pulsating core and I know I hear her murmur in my ear “ Is this what you want Sweetheart?” Too aroused to speak, I relay my response with a long, slow, raspy moan. We begin our dance of love. Though each wants to lead, we are one giving unselfishly to the others pleasure. We journey into a slow, easy grind fueled by the warmth of two moistened centers thrusting in tune with the others stroke. I begin to hear more of that voice she knows I love. A moan escapes her lips from deep within. We are in tune to one another's needs. My hand slowly and carefully presses against her center to provide her with the utmost pleasure possible. Softly, and with a little more speed she presses against me. We are one. The sounds we make resonate, syncopated in a harmonic crescendo, more melodic than any song ever sung. Barely touching, we swirl ever closer to our peak. We continue to spiral up our ladder of ecstasy. I feel our passion reaching its climax. Like a slow roll of thunder the rumble that is our release covers us and causes our bodies to shudder with pleasure. Time stands still and we collapse, each into the other. Moments pass before we realize that our storm is subsiding. As my senses return I seem to recognize a familiar, soothing jazz tune still playing gently in the background of my reality. I look at her; but all I can see is her smiling at me with her eyes. I seem to hear her sultry, just after sex, throaty voice. I seem to sense her warmth and roll to embrace her. The swirl of pleasure that I once perceived as a dream drapes me in a seemingly sensuous reality and I, we drift off to sleep, into my dream, or is it into our reality? 
