Dream On
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Category:
S through Z › Third Watch
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,795
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Third Watch, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Dream On
He pulled me closer, pressing our bodies together, and inserted one of his jeans clad legs between my bare ones. Even in the dim light, I could see the slight smile, and the look of wanton in his darkened eyes. His right hand moved from the wall behind me and he traced my lower lip with his thumb. I was really having a hard time concentrating here. Breathe, I told myself. In … out. In … out. In... and he lowered his head and kissed me, not breaking eye contact. This was not a "gee, pal, I haven't seen you for a while" kiss. This was a kiss that said "let's get naked, and fast". I felt his hand slip around to my back, and heard the slow rasp of the zipper being lowered, all the while he was kissing me ferociously. I closed my eyes and whimpered as he broke the kiss momentarily to slowly slide the dress down, leaving me in nothing but a pair of panties. A pair of very wet panties. "You’re beautiful", he whispered, his voice husky. I shivered in anticipation and opened my eyes again as he once again drew me close and slowly lowered us down onto the b
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He was stretched out above me, leaning on his elbows, and I could feel every single arousing bit of him. Lifting my hands, I began to unbutton the white shirt he was wearing. He held himself still, letting my hands travel downward, pulling the shirt loose from his pants, slipping it slowly off his shoulders. I tossed the shirt aside and ran my fingers lightly over his chest and abdomen, pausing now and then to let my lips explore him instead.
He bent his head and pressed an open mouthed kiss to the spot just under the hollow of my neck. His tongue began tracing a path down my body, tasting, stroking, teasing. The open window let a breeze blow gently over us, making my skin tighten in pleasure at the wet trail he left behind. Then his lips closed over one aching, straining nipple and I gasped. "Oh, my god" I uttered a little incoherently. He sucked gently, rhythmically. My back arched in pleasure, pressing my breast closer to his lips. I felt his teeth close over one nipple and tug lightly and the little gasps turned to load panting. He moved to the other breast, sucking, stroking, biting lightly. My body began to coil.
Then his lips left my breasts and began to move down again, leaving the breeze to blow over the painfully tight points of my nipples and sending a sensual shiver down my spine. His tongue traced my bellybutton as his finger slid slowly and deliberatly up my thigh. My legs fell open of their own volition and I arched my back, pressing my stomach up against those wonderful lips. His fingers slid higher, under the wet barrier of my panties, and tugged them down my hips.
Then his fingers were there again, slipping between my wet and swollen lips, stroking and teasing. One slid up to rub gently against my clitoris, and I moaned into him as he captured my mouth once again. A finger slid deeply inside me, pressing against my walls. Then a second, then a third. I felt stretched, tight, aching and I moaned again, morspersperate this time. "Oh… please…"
He left my mouth and let his tongue dart against my skin, tasting my inner thigh, travelling upwards. And then his mouth was joining his fingers, sucking lightly on my clit, his tongue stroking the swollen lips, his fingers moving slowly and tauntingly deep inside my tightening walls. And then his tongue came up to rub slow circles around my clit and I felt my orgasm coming closer and closer. It washed over me in long, slow, relentless waves that had me gasping and arching against his hand, driving his fingers even deeper inside me.
“I want you, inside me, now...” I demanded breathily, craving more. His lips came down on mine, in a soft, full, deep kiss. And then I felt the hard, blunt tip of him probing for entrance. He slid inside me in one long thrust, drawing an incoherent sound from my throat. "Oh," I gasped for the umpteenth time, my back arching instinctively to take him deeper. God, he was huge. Huge and hard and fulfilling my every need. His lips pressed against my throat as he started to move, slowly in and out, drawing the full length of his cock through my tight passage.
My arms came up to rest around his neck, my fingers playing with his short hair, and I could feel a smile playing on my lips. I looked into his eyes, his pupils dilated in desire. He changed his pace and I closed my eyes in ecstasy again. I wanted more. Much more. His teeth nipped at my neck, and he began to move faster. Harder. My hips arched up to meet him as he stroked in and out. "More," I whispered, feeling the tightening begin again. I stroked his chest and heard him groan softly. Then he was moving more and more, deeper and deeper and harder until he was pistoning in and out and little cries were slipping from my throat as the heat spiraled higher and tighter.
I bolted upright in bed, my own gasping breaths echoing in the silent room. I shivered, partly from the chilly night air coming in from my open window and hitting my sweating body, partly from the hindered release. I laid back down again and let my right hand caress its way down between my legs, while the left one circled an already thight nipple. I slipped one finger into the warm wetness, trying to evoke some memories from the earlier dream. I altered between pumping my fingers in and out, and rubbing my swollen clitoris. Once in a while I brought the right hand up to my mouth and sucked and licked my own juices of my fingers. It only took a little while before I felt the orgasm mounting. The world exploded around me and I had to clench my teeth together not to scream out loud. It would be bad enough if my parents and little brother heard me screaming in release, but to hear me scream _his_ name at that... christ.
When the waves of ecstacy had rolled away, I slipped out of bed and closed the window. I stod there for a while,chinching the New York night sky, contemplating what the hell I should do about this... obsession of mine. I don’t really know when it started, maybe it’s been coming for years and I just haven’t noticed. Things that I didn’t pay any attention to at the point, makes me all warm inside when I think about them now. The way he smiles, talks... When did Uncle Bosco, the fun guy that joked around with me and played Nintendo with my brother Charlie, become The-incredibly-hot-man-of-my-even-hotter-dreams Bosco?
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He was stretched out above me, leaning on his elbows, and I could feel every single arousing bit of him. Lifting my hands, I began to unbutton the white shirt he was wearing. He held himself still, letting my hands travel downward, pulling the shirt loose from his pants, slipping it slowly off his shoulders. I tossed the shirt aside and ran my fingers lightly over his chest and abdomen, pausing now and then to let my lips explore him instead.
He bent his head and pressed an open mouthed kiss to the spot just under the hollow of my neck. His tongue began tracing a path down my body, tasting, stroking, teasing. The open window let a breeze blow gently over us, making my skin tighten in pleasure at the wet trail he left behind. Then his lips closed over one aching, straining nipple and I gasped. "Oh, my god" I uttered a little incoherently. He sucked gently, rhythmically. My back arched in pleasure, pressing my breast closer to his lips. I felt his teeth close over one nipple and tug lightly and the little gasps turned to load panting. He moved to the other breast, sucking, stroking, biting lightly. My body began to coil.
Then his lips left my breasts and began to move down again, leaving the breeze to blow over the painfully tight points of my nipples and sending a sensual shiver down my spine. His tongue traced my bellybutton as his finger slid slowly and deliberatly up my thigh. My legs fell open of their own volition and I arched my back, pressing my stomach up against those wonderful lips. His fingers slid higher, under the wet barrier of my panties, and tugged them down my hips.
Then his fingers were there again, slipping between my wet and swollen lips, stroking and teasing. One slid up to rub gently against my clitoris, and I moaned into him as he captured my mouth once again. A finger slid deeply inside me, pressing against my walls. Then a second, then a third. I felt stretched, tight, aching and I moaned again, morspersperate this time. "Oh… please…"
He left my mouth and let his tongue dart against my skin, tasting my inner thigh, travelling upwards. And then his mouth was joining his fingers, sucking lightly on my clit, his tongue stroking the swollen lips, his fingers moving slowly and tauntingly deep inside my tightening walls. And then his tongue came up to rub slow circles around my clit and I felt my orgasm coming closer and closer. It washed over me in long, slow, relentless waves that had me gasping and arching against his hand, driving his fingers even deeper inside me.
“I want you, inside me, now...” I demanded breathily, craving more. His lips came down on mine, in a soft, full, deep kiss. And then I felt the hard, blunt tip of him probing for entrance. He slid inside me in one long thrust, drawing an incoherent sound from my throat. "Oh," I gasped for the umpteenth time, my back arching instinctively to take him deeper. God, he was huge. Huge and hard and fulfilling my every need. His lips pressed against my throat as he started to move, slowly in and out, drawing the full length of his cock through my tight passage.
My arms came up to rest around his neck, my fingers playing with his short hair, and I could feel a smile playing on my lips. I looked into his eyes, his pupils dilated in desire. He changed his pace and I closed my eyes in ecstasy again. I wanted more. Much more. His teeth nipped at my neck, and he began to move faster. Harder. My hips arched up to meet him as he stroked in and out. "More," I whispered, feeling the tightening begin again. I stroked his chest and heard him groan softly. Then he was moving more and more, deeper and deeper and harder until he was pistoning in and out and little cries were slipping from my throat as the heat spiraled higher and tighter.
I bolted upright in bed, my own gasping breaths echoing in the silent room. I shivered, partly from the chilly night air coming in from my open window and hitting my sweating body, partly from the hindered release. I laid back down again and let my right hand caress its way down between my legs, while the left one circled an already thight nipple. I slipped one finger into the warm wetness, trying to evoke some memories from the earlier dream. I altered between pumping my fingers in and out, and rubbing my swollen clitoris. Once in a while I brought the right hand up to my mouth and sucked and licked my own juices of my fingers. It only took a little while before I felt the orgasm mounting. The world exploded around me and I had to clench my teeth together not to scream out loud. It would be bad enough if my parents and little brother heard me screaming in release, but to hear me scream _his_ name at that... christ.
When the waves of ecstacy had rolled away, I slipped out of bed and closed the window. I stod there for a while,chinching the New York night sky, contemplating what the hell I should do about this... obsession of mine. I don’t really know when it started, maybe it’s been coming for years and I just haven’t noticed. Things that I didn’t pay any attention to at the point, makes me all warm inside when I think about them now. The way he smiles, talks... When did Uncle Bosco, the fun guy that joked around with me and played Nintendo with my brother Charlie, become The-incredibly-hot-man-of-my-even-hotter-dreams Bosco?