[muses sex etc] 3.3 - sex dream
NOTE: Ziyah is zee_ali and used with permission and love.
His eyes snapped open, taking in the darkness of the room. His breath was shallow and shaky, his heart was racing, his cock was hard, and his skin prickled with heat and the promise of sweat.
Lips were on his neck, a knowing hand was stroking him through his shorts.
“You were dreaming.”
“Yeah.” His voice was low and distorted in his own ears. Hers was a silken purr against his skin.
“Tell me.”
“Zee…”
The sheets rustled as she shifted to push the covers back, fingers hooking in his boxers to slide them down his hips.
“Tell me.”
His eyes shut again as he licked his lips and swallowed thickly. The pinpricks blossomed into a fine sheen on his face and chest as he blushed, warm with embarrassment and arousal when her fingers found him again. He wanted more than the heat of her hand moving up and down, more than the brush of her lips as she kissed his chest and the hollow of his collarbone…
“It was poolside…at the Mirage.” He croaked, trying not to move and failing as his hips rocked into the movement of her hand. “We were in the pool…Zee…”
“Keep talking, baby. I love to listen to you.”
He finally had to reach out with one hand to catch her wrist and stop her stroking. “Ziyah, baby, if you finish me off before I get to be inside you, I ain’t gonna talk to you for a week.”
Her laughter was low, heady, he was drunk on the sound of it. A ragged sigh left him as she finally straddled his hips, making no move to stop him as his hands found her bare thighs. Laughter melted into a warm sigh as his fingers found her sex, stealing control with a few firm strokes.
“Keep talking, Tommy. Tell me…Jesus, that feels good…”
“There was nobody at the pool, but it was night and every light in the hotel was on.” He found himself murmuring as he sat up, free hand capturing the back of her neck to draw her forehead against his as she pushed his other hand away, taking him in her hand again to guide him into her body.
“Bet someone was watching.”
“If you…want…God…”
Her hands framed his face as she rode him, soft Italian endearments vibrating against his face with every breath as she let her lips wander over his features. The skin they touched was warm, too warm, but for some reason his mouth kept moving.
“The water was cold, but you were so warm…hot, burning in my arms. The water moved…as we fucked…and you had me so tight and so fucking perfect, Jesus Christ…and just when you were almost there, it started to rain…”
He kept his hand against her as they moved together, stroking her and pushing her towards that same climax as he watched her face so close to his in the darkness. He couldn’t see in the total absence of light, even with eyes adjusted, but he could feel her in ways no human man could feel a woman. Through her energy, he watched her eyes shut, felt her eyelashes brush his face as the rain came down in her mind’s eye and her body tightened around his, drawing him deeper into the warm desert storm.
Lifting his hand from her sex, he felt her twist in protest at the loss, but when he drew one finger over her lower lip he enjoyed the way she stilled, just for an instant before kissing him, sharing the taste of herself eagerly just as the orgasm flooded them both, liquid heat drenching them as readily as the imaginary rainstorm.
Unable to support himself as the last of the tremors died, he flopped back onto the bed bonelessly, dragging Zee with him. They stayed that way, her head pillowed on his chest until long after he had softened and slipped out of her body.
“I think that’s gotta be the best sex dream I’ve ever been in.”
Laughing, Tommy blushed in the dark as he drowsily rubbed her back. “Yeah…but I’m a bigger fan of the real thing. And next time? I get to wake you up. Deal?”
Shifting atop him, Zee’s hand found his in the dark, shaking emphatically with a smile against his neck as she buried her face against his skin while they both drifted back to sleep.
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 741
His eyes snapped open, taking in the darkness of the room. His breath was shallow and shaky, his heart was racing, his cock was hard, and his skin prickled with heat and the promise of sweat.
Lips were on his neck, a knowing hand was stroking him through his shorts.
“You were dreaming.”
“Yeah.” His voice was low and distorted in his own ears. Hers was a silken purr against his skin.
“Tell me.”
“Zee…”
The sheets rustled as she shifted to push the covers back, fingers hooking in his boxers to slide them down his hips.
“Tell me.”
His eyes shut again as he licked his lips and swallowed thickly. The pinpricks blossomed into a fine sheen on his face and chest as he blushed, warm with embarrassment and arousal when her fingers found him again. He wanted more than the heat of her hand moving up and down, more than the brush of her lips as she kissed his chest and the hollow of his collarbone…
“It was poolside…at the Mirage.” He croaked, trying not to move and failing as his hips rocked into the movement of her hand. “We were in the pool…Zee…”
“Keep talking, baby. I love to listen to you.”
He finally had to reach out with one hand to catch her wrist and stop her stroking. “Ziyah, baby, if you finish me off before I get to be inside you, I ain’t gonna talk to you for a week.”
Her laughter was low, heady, he was drunk on the sound of it. A ragged sigh left him as she finally straddled his hips, making no move to stop him as his hands found her bare thighs. Laughter melted into a warm sigh as his fingers found her sex, stealing control with a few firm strokes.
“Keep talking, Tommy. Tell me…Jesus, that feels good…”
“There was nobody at the pool, but it was night and every light in the hotel was on.” He found himself murmuring as he sat up, free hand capturing the back of her neck to draw her forehead against his as she pushed his other hand away, taking him in her hand again to guide him into her body.
“Bet someone was watching.”
“If you…want…God…”
Her hands framed his face as she rode him, soft Italian endearments vibrating against his face with every breath as she let her lips wander over his features. The skin they touched was warm, too warm, but for some reason his mouth kept moving.
“The water was cold, but you were so warm…hot, burning in my arms. The water moved…as we fucked…and you had me so tight and so fucking perfect, Jesus Christ…and just when you were almost there, it started to rain…”
He kept his hand against her as they moved together, stroking her and pushing her towards that same climax as he watched her face so close to his in the darkness. He couldn’t see in the total absence of light, even with eyes adjusted, but he could feel her in ways no human man could feel a woman. Through her energy, he watched her eyes shut, felt her eyelashes brush his face as the rain came down in her mind’s eye and her body tightened around his, drawing him deeper into the warm desert storm.
Lifting his hand from her sex, he felt her twist in protest at the loss, but when he drew one finger over her lower lip he enjoyed the way she stilled, just for an instant before kissing him, sharing the taste of herself eagerly just as the orgasm flooded them both, liquid heat drenching them as readily as the imaginary rainstorm.
Unable to support himself as the last of the tremors died, he flopped back onto the bed bonelessly, dragging Zee with him. They stayed that way, her head pillowed on his chest until long after he had softened and slipped out of her body.
“I think that’s gotta be the best sex dream I’ve ever been in.”
Laughing, Tommy blushed in the dark as he drowsily rubbed her back. “Yeah…but I’m a bigger fan of the real thing. And next time? I get to wake you up. Deal?”
Shifting atop him, Zee’s hand found his in the dark, shaking emphatically with a smile against his neck as she buried her face against his skin while they both drifted back to sleep.
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 741