"No, Don't. I'm just shocked, Ange. I…" My voice trailed off as I searched for the words to say. Abruptly, you twisted out from under me, trying to rise from the bed. Automatically, I brought my hands up to grab you, pushing you back against the pillow and throwing my leg across yours, holding you steady.
"Angela, Don't go. I'm not angry. I just needed a minute to think…" My words failed me as your lips parted and your tongue slipped out to slide over them. They drew me in and I watched your eyes fall shut as I gently let my lips brush against yours. Even the brief contact was enough make my heart race.
The touch unraveled me, reminding me of the thousands of little touches over the last few months. At some point, they'd all ceased to be just familiar contact and started to take on charged meaning, eliciting untold excitement and fantasies, imagined moments of stolen kisses and touches. A conversation on the couch in my office would dissolve in my head to a warm, trembling kiss, that lead to fabric being peeled from your skin.
Now I was actually here, lying on the bed, feeling your body moving beneath mine. I pulled back, sucking my bottom lip in to run my tongue across it, trying to discern the taste of you as I watched your eyes search mine.
My hair feel down, blocking you from my view, so I reached up to hook it behind my ear before whispering, "Ange, you have to know that I've been carrying around this passion for a while now," I said, looking down at you and running my hand through your dark brown curls as they fanned out on the pillow behind you. Your breaths were coming in quick gasps and I could feel them tickling my lips. "I didn't know how to express it. When you came in here tonight and just stripped off your clothes, Ange… You elicited this overwhelming sexual desire. It's been building forever."
"Come 'ere, sweetie," you whispered, pulling me down with a hand on my shoulders to your lips. The hand that I had in your hair tightened and tangled in your curls, tugging you deeper into the kiss as your brought a hand to my back, sliding up, teasing at the clasp of my bra. I felt your lips part and I let my tongue explore the texture of your palate and the sharpness of your teeth. Your weight shifted beneath me, turning until our bodies were facing one another, breasts pressed together. Untangling my fingers from your hair, I brought my hand down to your shoulder then down your back to draw your hips flush with mine.
Pulling back just enough to break the kiss, I asked you, "Will you tell me about yours dreams?" I watched as a slow grin blossomed on your flushed face.
"There was one…" You paused, your pink tongue skimming out to wet your lips before continuing, "We were in bed, kind of like this, except I was facing away from you. The lights were out, only the moonlight to show us the way." Quietly, I rose to turn off the lights and adjusted your blinds to allow the moonlight to pour in. Returning to the bed, I slid in place behind you, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you back tight against my chest.
"What happened next?" I asked, letting my fingers wander up from your stomach to your breast, my fingers teasing your nipple to attention.
"It was like this. I pretended to be asleep… and you just started exploring my body," you continued, your voice low and rasping. I let my hand wander down, tickling the contours of your ribs before smoothing its way down your thigh, then rising back up, letting my nails carefully scratch along the soft skin there, barely tickling along the edges of your underwear.
Your head fell back and I felt an intense muscular reaction to my touch. "Then you lips, Brennan. They were on my neck…" Quickly, I obliged, starting with short, light kisses that built intensity as I explored the contour of your neck and collarbone, my hand sliding between your thighs, inching up towards your clit, but carefully avoiding it.
"Did you tell me you were awake yet?" I asked you, sucking at the underside of your mandible.
"Soon…" You said teasingly. I felt your hips press back towards mine as my finger barely touched the engorged tip of your clit. You're already squirming under my touch when I press one finger tip on the hot point of your excitement. A low moan escapes your lips and I know that this was the moment in your dream. I pull my hand from your groin to unclasp your bra and then I roll you over on your back, tossing the bra aside.
Your eyelids are heavy with your arousal when you look up at me. "Let me see, Bren," you whisper. Reaching behind me, I unhook my own bra, exposing my breasts for your eyes. Immediately my nipples rise for your attention, making you smile.
I roll over to straddle your hips and bring my upper body down to kiss you again. This kiss lingers longer than the rest as your arms come up to wrap around my back. One hand moves up to scrape patterns across my scapula whilst the other cups and squeezes my ass. In response, my back arches up, pulling my face from yours, and a moan escapes that I wasn't expecting. A grin breaks out on your face as you see my reaction.
"Yeah, I remember…" You told me, licking your lips. "You really like that, don't you?" Again, your hand grabs my ass roughly, pulling me forward. I'm shaking, trying to remember when I'd told you about that particular point of sexual excitement. "I think you need to get on you hands and knees for me, baby," you whispers, giving my ass a playful little swat.
Already my clit was throbbing from the intensity of my arousal, but as bent forward, getting on my hands and knees for you, I knew my underwear was thoroughly soaked through. I could sense you moving around to be behind me. "You tell me everything. Now I'm going to finally get a chance to take full advantage of that knowledge, baby. Especially this. You have no idea how excited this little proclivity of yours made me." I could hear you moving around behind me. I turned, trying to peak at what you were doing, as my over-sensitized brain wasn't able to recall what exactly I had told you. "Don't peak, you'll ruin it." Quickly, I turned my head back, my thighs quivering in anticipation. I could feel my underwear riding up now, sinking deeper into my slit.
Then I felt your hand, sliding up my thigh. "Do you know how incredible you look like this?" I shivered as you brought your fingers between my thighs, sliding them up and down, barely touching, teasing until I spread my legs wider. "See, one night, quite some time ago, you came home and told me about this guy. That did something incredible to you." I felt a single finger prying at the edge of my underwear. That finger slid in through the crotch, moving back, skimming my folds then peeling my underwear down until it was down around my knees.
You stepped back and I was left there exposed. I squirmed impatiently until suddenly your quick tongue made contact with my clit. My hips bucked in surprise, but you were ready, wrapping your lips around the focused bundle of nerves and flesh, sucking it tenderly into your mouth. I grasped at the sheets, nearly shaking from the sensations that were chasing up and down my spine.
"Angela…" I gasped. My heart was racing as I pressed back into your ministrations. Then I felt your hands. They rose up my thighs to grasp my ass, spreading me wider. I felt your thumbs hook into my folds, pulling them outward. Finally, I felt your tongue enter me, delving into the dampness. The sounds of you slurping and lapping at my sex drove me closer to the edge. My elbows could no longer hold me, so I let myself lean down.
"Oh… I need to see you, Ange. Please. I want to see your face when I climax," I cried.
In a flash you have me flipped over on my back and your fingers are expertly driving their way through my folds and pressing into my vagina. Your speed and tenacity take my breath away and I reach for you, pulling you down for a kiss. I taste myself on your lips and groan as your fingers begin actively fucking me, curving in and up, hitting the sweet spot near my cervix that sent spasms through my entire body. You lean in close to slide your tongue up my neck, your free hand teasing over my nipples. Your lips stop at my ear and whisper, "I love you so much, Brennan," your harsh breath burning against me. With one final thrust of your able little fingers, my body clenches down around you, pushing the climax along my nerves, accelerating my heart rate and making my throbbing clit tingle and tense with excitement.
You wait for me to come back, smiling knowingly as I continued to spasm around your fingers. Delicately, you slide your fingers out of me before wrapping me tightly in your arms.
