What A Beautiful Dream

I wake, and it's still dark. You're still laying in my arms, snuggled up with your body fully against me. I glance groggily at the clock. It's 3:38. Seems I'm always waking up right around 3:30, and regardless of how wildly we made love the night before, or how little sleep I've been getting with you here, I'm always horny. Not that I mind.

This morning is no exception. You're still asleep, so you don't really notice the heat between us, and you certainly don't notice my insistent cock, pushing between the flesh of your thighs. As I grow more awake, I notice the distinctly pleasurable sensation of being trapped between your thighs, and with a tiny discrete movement, I'm pressed right up against the warm furry patch between your legs.

Not wanting you to awake too soon, I very slowly begin to move my hips against you, rubbing against your warm body.

The top of my cock rubs against the sensitive outer lips of your pussy, making you breath a little harder, but not awaken you. As my movements become a little faster, the moisture from between your honeyed lips begins to lubricate my passage in. I move my hand around you, from where it had been holding you close to me, and reach down to stroke your clit, and play with the tender flesh at the top of your pussy.

With this more direct attention, you seem to wake. A full fledged moan escapes your lips and your hips begin to grind against me with a conscious effort. I recognize this sort of sleep-sex. You never wake up that easily. I grin as I fondle you and slide myself against you. Wanting to take you further, I pull gently away from you and ease you onto your stomach, spreading your legs.

Your bare pussy now exposed to my attentions from behind, I let my finger tips dance lightly against you, eliciting another moan. The tips of my fingers gently push inside of you, wetting themselves. Lubed up nicely, I push them into you, a few millimeters deeper with each piston-like stroke. Gentle and slow. Soon I've got my middle finger buried to my palm, and I desperately want for you to get going. My motions become faster, and at one point, I stop to insert another finger into you.

Soon, I'm levering my arm back and forth, plunging my fingers deeper and deeper into you, and now, for sure, you're awake. I know this because you're clawing the sheets, slamming your cunt back against me with every stroke, and biting the pillow to keep from screaming aloud and waking the neighbors. I intersperse my thrusts with brief slowdowns and alternate between slamming into your pussy and twisting my fingers in half circles. I then begin to feel the tightening of the muscles in your tunnel. I redouble my efforts at pushing my fingers all the way inside of you, and you finally let go and scream in ecstasy.

I awake with the sounds of your screams still echoing in my mind. I open my eyes to find myself on my back with you between my legs. You're looking up at me, your eyes glowing with triumph. Dribbles of my cum are rolling down your chin, and your lips are curled in a most satisfied grin. It seems that you finally got your wish. For once, you woke up before I did, and got to wake me up your way.