As the sunlight tried to sneak in through the opened curtains, my mind was also going through the same struggle, attempting to regain consciousness. I found myself caught in a dreamy haze between sleep and wakefulness, and the cozy down comforter brought me back to the healing sleep of lying in bed on Saturday morning.
I stumbled my way back to sleep. The quilt seemed to have come to life, gently and lovingly caressing me. I wrapped myself tightly in the loving sheets, enjoying the warmth and weight they provided on my body. When I was contentedly lying between the two worlds, the edges of the sheets seemed to gently stroke my neck, while the thicker sheets affectionately adhered to the curves of my body.
The wrinkled quilt had changed its appearance; suddenly, what I felt was no longer the comfortable but lifeless sheet, but a hint of a clear human touch. He... at least I guessed so. I couldn't tell which was real and which was still a dream-like imagination - but that didn't matter, I didn't care. Responding to his gentle embrace and loving caresses, I tried to speak. But all that came out was a soft moan, accompanied by a passionate - although slightly sleepy - agreement.
He came close to me, wrapped his arms around my naked body from behind. I fully enjoyed this feeling, and couldn't even tell if it was the sleepy reality or the steaming dream. The warm and thick down quilt gently brushed against us, and his hands slowly moved over my body, completely enveloping the bliss.
His fingers were so familiar, so delightful, and they embarked on their familiar journey. The tips of his fingers gently kissed my shoulder, then his lips. When we separated the spoons, I felt his hot breath blowing on my neck, his nails slowly descending, brushing over my ribs, reaching my slender waist - and then climbing up along the curve of my full buttocks.
His fingers' gentle, reverent touch and the sensory stimulation did not fully wake me up, but I was no longer completely asleep either. Desire was ignited. I moved my body closer to him, seeking his body - warmth, connection. I heard him softly moan close to my ear, and my buttocks gently brushed against his previously hidden erection.
When those experienced fingers pushed my buttocks forward, the moans turned into firm murmurs; the dawn of exploration was approaching. The index finger and the middle finger skillfully explored the moistness caused by the attention he had devoted so far. One of his fingers slid into my body, exploring, testing, and then another... Opening me, manipulating me with his fingers, my breathing became rapid and heavy. My nipples pressed against the blanket, and his other arm slid under me, seeking the weight of my breasts to complete this sinful embrace.
I refused to admit that I had woken up. I merely followed the instructions of my body and moved backward again, resisting, wanting more - always more. His fingers moved even more forcefully, but through his hand, I could feel his hard, tense penis, eager to receive its reward.
Finally, with his other hand, he clumsily rubbed my firm breasts. This only made the sexual harassment seem even more despicable. He withdrew... moved closer to me, and placed his rapid and hard penis between my legs. I slightly moved my body to match his movements. When the tip of his penis rubbed against my swollen and moist vaginal lips, I couldn't help but let out a moan. He thrust clumsily and awkwardly a few times, enjoying using his lust-filled fingers to freely fondle my hard nipples. I was sure he was just tormenting me, not showing his incompetence.
If I were fully awake, perhaps I could still muster the strength to move my body and make his penetration inevitable, even if it was his sadistic teasing. But what happened? Lying in the increasingly warm dawn light, feeling his confident love, sleep eventually overcame my resistance. My suppressed patience finally paid off, because he couldn't resist either... So I parted my legs and pressed against the entrance that was about to enter me.
We were emitting a scorching heat from our bodies, and our bodies were soaked with sweat. We were enjoying these few moments of lying quietly. He was ready to dominate me, using his hands to engulf my body, and with each hot breath that sprayed onto my neck, he silently conveyed his physical desires. And I, following his will, waited; willing to trust, enjoying the anticipation, and savoring the intimate touch.
Surprise is another pleasure of his sadism. Well, sadism is really sexy. Just at that moment when I had no anticipation at all, he let out a passionate roar and charged forward. His powerful, rippling penis, with all its strength, forcefully pushed its way into my body, making the powerful magnetic force between our bodies become real. His body enveloped me, his penis enjoying its perfect sheath, my vagina stretched to accommodate his size and pushed against him vigorously, giving us the most addictive intimate massage that made both of us extremely excited.
The fingers gently caressed my nipples, while the hands scratched at my full breasts. I reached out and touched the sensitive nub of my vagina, which was silently screaming. I slipped my hand into his loving arms to stroke my throbbing clitoris. The fingertips, coated with vaginal fluid, circled around the throbbing clitoris. I allowed myself to float in another completely different world, not a dream, nor a cruel reality, but another world. A world filled with pleasure, with sex, with him. His penis was constantly thrusting inside me, and his mouth and fingers followed, emitting waves of erotic sounds.
His passion always lasts forever at that moment; but that eternal moment vanishes in an instant in my greedy, immediate recollection.
Two realms of ecstasy: The passionate embrace that awakened my passion and the rough handling during the sexual act suddenly transformed into a static hold at the brink of climax. I fully enjoyed the suffocating despair as he was about to reach his peak. He forcefully, fully and heavily pushed his entire body against mine, pouring himself completely into me, shouting in an inaudible yet passionate language, while my tightened vagina mercilessly devoured his last shred of desire.
After that, for some time, we just lay like this - this was our habit. Even though his passionate flame had dimmed, we still cuddled together, enjoying an incomparable tranquility. Soon, I had to admit that I was truly awake; but now, I am immersed in this fog filled with the scent of sex.