Best. Dream. Ever.
I thought it couldn't get better than this. Sleeping with Penryn in my arms might be the best sensation in the world. Better than flying and fighting and even eating chocolate.
Oh god it's been so long since I've slept, that full and deep kind of sleep that makes you feel like this is the only thing that you need to sustain yourself. It's because of her. She's the reason I'm comfortable and relaxed enough to sleep like this. I know she has my back, and her sweet clean smell engulfing me is just too much for me to resist.
When I felt myself falling into a dream, a part of me was angry. I want to stay in this mindless sleep, where I can finally get rest and peace. But then the dream became clearer, and I am lost.
Penryn is snugged tightly against me, every part of her body is touching mine. Her bare legs are driving me insane, like a mad man under the influence of alcohol. My hand is up her rib cage, under that pathetic excuse of a shirt.
What really kills me is the way her backside in snugged at my front. In the dream, I groan out loud as she wiggles it against my body and my blood rushes from my brain downward. She murmurs to me in a sleepy seductive voice. "Please Raphael" she says, practically begging me to touch her. The way she says my full name, like its music, drives me over the edge. She keeps moving her body sensually against mine, her bare legs rubbing against mine.
I answer her call greedily, moving my hand up from her rib cage to her breast. She's not wearing a bra. I never thought I would be so happy from such a simple thing, but I'm on top of the world.
Penryn arches her back from my touch. I kneed her soft breast greedily, letting the warmth of it seep into me. I kiss her neck, sucking almost, imagining that my mouth is where my hand is. I leave kisses up her neck, her jaw, until I finally get to her mouth.
I flip her over on her back, so I can climb on top of her. We are touching everywhere, my legs trapping hers, my hand still kneading her pink flesh. Our mouths move together, completely in sync. As she opens hers, I slip my tongue in. She completley surrenders to me, as if she wants me to master her yet trusting me to take care for her needs.
Penryn wraps her legs around mine tightly, causing the most incredible friction. We both leave each other's mouth so we can moan. Hearing the voices she makes, a mix between a whimper and a mewling is like a kick to my gut.
I pull abruptly, leaving her warmth. She looks at me like she's drugged, and I can almost feel my resolve to not touch her slip away. I hear her say my name in the same begging tone that she used in my dream. I turn my back to her, knowing if I see that lustful look on her face I'd climb on top of her and rip her clothes with my bare hands. When she touches me, I almost do. Instead I get up and run out of the room. One more second with her next to me and I would have dragged her over my knees and taken her like that.
I wonder at which point I understood it's not a dream, but really it doesn't matter. Even if I was fully awake and alert I would have done the same thing. Before I can stop myself, I hear the sounds of pleasure that came out of her mouth. So help me god that will haunt me for the rest of my life.