Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap rang out as Michael's hips hit my ass.
I could still taste his saltiness on my lips.
Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap.
There was no mercy, no letting up.
Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap.
With each collision of Michael's hips against my ass his hands tightened on my hips as he pulled me toward him.
Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap.
His cock slipping deeper and deeper into me each time.
Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap.
My face scrunched up and moans escaped from my lips.
Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap.
My hands dug into the edge of the mattress and my feet lifted up off the bed.
Slap, Slap.
Then it was gone. There was only silence. It was a dream that rivaled reality.
The feelings, the sensations and even the tastes were so real.
My camisole was pulled up over my breasts and my panties were down to my knees. My fingers were wet and spreading my pussy lips. The sheets underneath me were damp. I was licking my lips and panting quietly into the night. My heart was racing.
I listened for a few seconds. Listening to Michael’s breathing. Is he awake? Did he hear me? I wondered
Nothing. There was no movement from his side of the bed. Just his normal deep breathing. No variations, no gasps, nothing. Just normal sleep.
I needed him. I needed him to wake up right now.
I moved my finger against my clit and a quiver roller up through my body. Oh my God I’m so wet.
I moved my hand into the no man’s land of the bed, those two feet that separated us while we slept.
My hand slowly inching toward Michael, one inch. Another and then freezing. Spreading my little finger out to feel for his warmth, nothing. Another inch, still nothing. Another and still nothing.
I caressed my clit again and again a quiver rolled through my body causing me to tense. I let out a silent breath.
I quickly rolled onto my side and closed the distance between us. I pressed my back against his chest and pulled his arm underneath my head and froze.
Would he respond? Would he just fall back into his deep sleep? Would he feel my naked ass pressing against him, I wondered.
I held my breath and waited.
He crossed his arms across my chest and cupped each of my bare breasts with his hands.
Then there was complete stillness. Nothing. His breathing returned back to its original rhythm.
I could feel his hot limp cock pressing against my ass. I spread my legs and moved his cock between my thighs and rested it against my pussy and closed my legs. Cradling his cock against lips of my pussy.
Nothing. No movement.
I reached down to where his cock tip was sticking out between my legs and lightly caressed underneath the tip. I traced up to the tip and back down. He stirred and hardened slightly.
Lightly tracing around the rim before moving back up to the tip where I found the hot wetness of his precum. I swirled my finger in the precum and brought my finger up to my lips and tasted him. Tasted his wonderful saltiness.
I returned my hand and continued caressing his cock. Always returning to the tip to find more precum. I dipped my finger into the precum and brought it up to my mouth and rubbed my finger across my lips.
“I need you now,” I whispered silently into the air.
I pressed his hardening cock up against my pussy. Pressing so he would enter me. I shifted my hips and pressed him up so his cock tip slipped easily into me.
I wanted more.
“Please fuck me,” I silently begged the air.
I rocked my hips back and forth letting his hard cock slip ever so slightly into me.
Michael suddenly grabbed my hips and rolled me onto my stomach and pressed his hips into me. His cock never separated from my body. He lifted my bottom up so I was kneeling with my ass in the air and my chest on the bed.
He thrust into me.
Slap
His hands tightened on my hips.
Slap, Slap.
A moan escaped my mouth.
Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap.
I could taste his precum as I licked my lips.
Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap.
My ankles and feet lifted up into the air and my body tensed against the assault.
Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap.
My body spasmed and froze. My mouth opening in a soundless scream as Michael pulled me hard against him.
SLAP
Michael thrust his hips deep into me lifting me upward. My knees were off the bed and my lower body was suspended in the air by his hands on my hips and his cock deep within me.
SLAP
A wetness spread inside of me and spilled out of my body and onto my thighs.
Then there was nothing. Only silence as we tried to catch our breath.
“What was that all about?” Michael panted.
“I had a dream about you,” I whispered and kissed his lips.
"I like your dreams," Michael said and kissed me back.
Michael fell asleep within minutes and he returned to the soft deep breathing he always had. I lay there with my camisole still pulled up over my breasts and my panties were down to my knees with a warm wetness spreading between my legs. Only this time it wasn’t a dream.
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