Finn Hudson could swear that, at this moment, a small Jewish girl was walking in his door. He could also swear that she was wearing a long, tan, coat, but now she was taking it off. And he was pretty sure she was only wearing red lace underwear set. And now he was positive her hands were pulling down his boxers; those had to be her lips wrapping around his cock.
"Unf," Finn groaned, his head falling back on the pillow. He would be the first to confess about having sex dreams about Rachel Berry, but they'd never been like this. "Rachel," he moaned, digging his hands into her hair. The silky locks wound around his fingers, and his hips thrust upward to meet her mouth.
"I never want to wake up," he grumbled, pulling on her hair.
"Hey," she insisted, looking up, "don't be rude, Finn!" He blinked drearily. That had certainly never happened in his dreams. Still, he didn't care, not with the real way her tongue had been lapping at him a second ago.
"This is my dream," he said, feeling a whine enter his voice, "I love you, dream Rachel, but what you were doing before was really awesome..." She giggled, her fingers twiddling his balls. "Don't do that," he groaned, "Rachel, you don't laugh when you're holding my penis!"
"I love you Finn," she said before licking down his penis again.
"Hey, it's a cool dream again," he commented, leaning up to watch her. He felt himself sweating, his cock twitching in her mouth. Her lips engulfed as much as him as she could fit, her tongue flicking on him. He closed his eyes for a moment - he was on fire. She sucked in her cheeks, and he couldn't help but thrust upwards again.
"So warm, and wet," he murmured, waves of pleasure spreading up from her. She was laughing against him again, and he would complain if everything didn't feel so good.
"Wait a minute," he said, something hitting him, "this isn't a dream!" Rachel couldn't help but laugh at that. "Stop it!" he grimaced, winding his fingers through her hair again, "just be awesome again!"
She obliged, licking around his base. Moving her head down, she began to lap at his balls, sucking them into her mouth. "Rach," he groaned, his head falling back. His laziness was evaporating as he watched her suck harder and harder, going back up to his cock.
The waves were spreading slowly, eroding away his intelligence. He couldn't seem to say anything except her name, holding her hair. Then she began to pull away, smiling, and he opened his mouth to say a warning. But before he knew it, he was covering her face with jizz, his lips still parted in a silent 'move.'
Oddly enough, she continued smiling, walking to her purse, covered in jizz. She pulled out a washcloth, wiping her face. "So," she said, joining him where he lay, shell-shocked, on the bed, "I don't think I want to wait until 25 for sex with you anymore."