I Walked With You (Once Upon a Dream) (Drabble)
Title: I Walked With You (Once Upon a Dream)
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Explicit sexual content
Word Count: 845
Notes: This is a completely original drabble. Please, be kind and respect my work. Do not steal.
I Walked With You (Once Upon a Dream)
She pressed her lips to the pulse point in his neck and tasted his skin, while breathing in his scent. Both his taste and his smell were warm and spicy, masculine and bold, and very uniquely him. She was sure it could never be possible to get her fill of this man. He was intoxicating, her own personal drug made especially for her, and she needed him to survive.
He was everything she had ever wanted and so much more.
She hadn't even realized it, though she had had a good idea, until their first kiss. When his arms had wrapped around her, pulled her body close to his and his mouth descended against hers, she finally knew.
He was home.
Her fingertips grazed lightly over coarse, dark hair sprinkled across his chest. Her nails scratched at an erect nipple, eliciting a moan from his sensual mouth, before travelling further down his body. She forced her lips to detach from his neck to follow the same trail as her digits. She was going to memorize this moment and store it away for the times they weren't together.
Every hitched breath, every guttural moan, every whispered plead was committed to memory, all while sending shivers of pleasure coursing down her exposed spine. She wanted this as badly as he did, but she wanted to savor every centimeter of his body, like he had done to her not one hour ago.
She pushed back onto her knees as her lips continued their southerly descent over his warm stomach, in search of the hard flesh her hand was currently wrapping around. He hissed out a breath through clenched teeth and her stomach clenched.
She couldn't get enough of him. Would she ever be able to say again that she was fully satisfied? There was so much about him she wanted. And she wanted it over and over again. She had never needed someone as much as she needed him. Forever.
Her teeth scraped lightly over his hip bone and she reveled in the way his hips bucked forward, pressing the tip of his erection into her chin. She could understand his impatience and need. They were the exact feelings she had felt the minute he had started his long, erotic and tormenting discovery of her body. She knew how badly he wanted and needed release.
But she wanted just one more moment to enjoy this.
With one final kiss to his lower stomach, she lifted her mouth a fraction from his skin and turned her head. Her warm, wet tongue slid sensually from between her slightly parted lips and touched the based on his hard cock. The slight contact sent him cursing and breathing heavier than before, and urged her forward.
She needed more.
Her tongue moved leisurely along the soft, yet rough skin until she could lick at the precum weeping from his slit. She looked at him from beneath heavy lids and smirked when she locked eyes with him.
"You're torturing me, baby." He could barely speak the words, his breathing labored. She knew he was holding out, but needed release. She wanted to give that to him.
She watched his face as he watched her lick more precum from his cock. She loved the way his eyes rolled into the back of his head and his hips rose involuntarily, pressing the head of his dick into her open mouth.
She wouldn't wait any longer.
Wrapping her lips tightly around the head, she let her tongue sweep across the underside, before letting her mouth sink down the length of his cock. With each curse and moan that left his mouth, she sucked harder, her head bobbing just slightly faster and her hand working the base of his cock.
It only took a couple of minutes before she felt his body tense and as his shout of, "I'm coming, baby" came, she clamped her mouth around his dick and waited.
----
The screeching sound of her alarm broke through the haze of her subconscious mind and cut her intense dream short. She tried to hold onto the memory of it as her arm reached out and hit the snooze button. She made a great effort to keep her body from jostling too much and when her arm retracted back and snuggled tight against her breast, she willed her mind to fall back asleep, to finish what they had started.
It was, however, no use. The last of her dream was dissipating into the sun streaming through her window like the morning fog does at daybreak. A part of her wanted to cry at the loss, but the other part - the more alert part - told her that it would be okay, if she would just wake up and roll over.
When she did, her eyes landed on his face, his brown eyes half open, and his sexy mouth smiling at her.
"Good morning, baby," he said, his arm reaching across the mere inches that separated them and pulled her closer. "Did you sleep well?"
She smiled.
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Explicit sexual content
Word Count: 845
Notes: This is a completely original drabble. Please, be kind and respect my work. Do not steal.
I Walked With You (Once Upon a Dream)
She pressed her lips to the pulse point in his neck and tasted his skin, while breathing in his scent. Both his taste and his smell were warm and spicy, masculine and bold, and very uniquely him. She was sure it could never be possible to get her fill of this man. He was intoxicating, her own personal drug made especially for her, and she needed him to survive.
He was everything she had ever wanted and so much more.
She hadn't even realized it, though she had had a good idea, until their first kiss. When his arms had wrapped around her, pulled her body close to his and his mouth descended against hers, she finally knew.
He was home.
Her fingertips grazed lightly over coarse, dark hair sprinkled across his chest. Her nails scratched at an erect nipple, eliciting a moan from his sensual mouth, before travelling further down his body. She forced her lips to detach from his neck to follow the same trail as her digits. She was going to memorize this moment and store it away for the times they weren't together.
Every hitched breath, every guttural moan, every whispered plead was committed to memory, all while sending shivers of pleasure coursing down her exposed spine. She wanted this as badly as he did, but she wanted to savor every centimeter of his body, like he had done to her not one hour ago.
She pushed back onto her knees as her lips continued their southerly descent over his warm stomach, in search of the hard flesh her hand was currently wrapping around. He hissed out a breath through clenched teeth and her stomach clenched.
She couldn't get enough of him. Would she ever be able to say again that she was fully satisfied? There was so much about him she wanted. And she wanted it over and over again. She had never needed someone as much as she needed him. Forever.
Her teeth scraped lightly over his hip bone and she reveled in the way his hips bucked forward, pressing the tip of his erection into her chin. She could understand his impatience and need. They were the exact feelings she had felt the minute he had started his long, erotic and tormenting discovery of her body. She knew how badly he wanted and needed release.
But she wanted just one more moment to enjoy this.
With one final kiss to his lower stomach, she lifted her mouth a fraction from his skin and turned her head. Her warm, wet tongue slid sensually from between her slightly parted lips and touched the based on his hard cock. The slight contact sent him cursing and breathing heavier than before, and urged her forward.
She needed more.
Her tongue moved leisurely along the soft, yet rough skin until she could lick at the precum weeping from his slit. She looked at him from beneath heavy lids and smirked when she locked eyes with him.
"You're torturing me, baby." He could barely speak the words, his breathing labored. She knew he was holding out, but needed release. She wanted to give that to him.
She watched his face as he watched her lick more precum from his cock. She loved the way his eyes rolled into the back of his head and his hips rose involuntarily, pressing the head of his dick into her open mouth.
She wouldn't wait any longer.
Wrapping her lips tightly around the head, she let her tongue sweep across the underside, before letting her mouth sink down the length of his cock. With each curse and moan that left his mouth, she sucked harder, her head bobbing just slightly faster and her hand working the base of his cock.
It only took a couple of minutes before she felt his body tense and as his shout of, "I'm coming, baby" came, she clamped her mouth around his dick and waited.
----
The screeching sound of her alarm broke through the haze of her subconscious mind and cut her intense dream short. She tried to hold onto the memory of it as her arm reached out and hit the snooze button. She made a great effort to keep her body from jostling too much and when her arm retracted back and snuggled tight against her breast, she willed her mind to fall back asleep, to finish what they had started.
It was, however, no use. The last of her dream was dissipating into the sun streaming through her window like the morning fog does at daybreak. A part of her wanted to cry at the loss, but the other part - the more alert part - told her that it would be okay, if she would just wake up and roll over.
When she did, her eyes landed on his face, his brown eyes half open, and his sexy mouth smiling at her.
"Good morning, baby," he said, his arm reaching across the mere inches that separated them and pulled her closer. "Did you sleep well?"
She smiled.