Projecting this into her mind is strange, filling in the gaps of how she would want me to approach, how she's already imagined me doing so. But here, in the dark, towering over her sleeping form, is exactly where I'm meant to be.
Her breathing remains steady, the dream starting slowly, taunting her before we begin.
Somewhere, my conscience whispers that I shouldn't be here, shouldn't even be considering what I've already 100% decided on doing. But Isla's so perfect right now, and she's done nothingbutimagine me doing this to her for days now, and if I don't find some kind of relief between her legs, I'm going to lose my fucking mind.
I cannot, will not, fuck her like this. When I finally get to bury myself in her hot body, she's going to be desperately, deliriously needy for it, begging me for it.
But this'll at least make me feel slightly better.
My fingers drift across the leg already exposed from her blanket, goosebumps rising in its wake. Her pleased sigh makes me shiver, and I traverse higher, gently easing my fingertips underneath the covers and lifting them off her, showing me the beauty of her body in those tiny pajamas.
I'm impressed she managed to get the blood off of them after I soaked the top in her blood. Honestly, I can't wait for another chance to do it again, watch the sticky red substance cling her clothes to her perfect chest.
With her sleeping form bared to me, I project into her mind, telling her how gorgeous she is, how much I love her body, how I crave her every second of the day. A needy, quiet whine leaks between her lips, and I lean forward, placing a chaste kiss on her soft stomach while I climb over her.
In her mind, she starts to worry, the feeling of me moving on her bed almosttooreal. Which... I mean, yes, it is. But she can't know that. Instead I soothe her mind, making her believe it's just ablissfuldream.
Only when her mind settles do I continue, my hands hooking into her shorts and underwear, pulling it all down in one slow, gentle movement until they hang off one of her ankles.
With another kiss just below her belly button, I ease her legs apart and settle between them, gaining me the first real look I've had at her pussy. I've brought her to orgasm more than once, yet I haven't even really seen it yet.
My fucking god, it was worth the wait. Even in the almost pitch black of the room, her perfection glistens, every fold, every curve beckoning me to spread her open and feast. With one hand, I gently open her folds, groaning at the delicious view of heropening. That soft touch alone makes her moan, legs moving as she searches for more sensation.
In her dream, she reaches for me, her hands buried in my hair to guide me where she needs my touch. With painstaking slowness, I ease forward, running my tongue between my fingers, tracing a long line from her opening to her clit. Her unabashed moan drives me wild, the need to force that sound from her again maddening. With another long lick, I savor the taste of her, moaning into her flesh and speaking into her mind,You taste divine, my Isla. Like sin and salvation.
A choked moan escapes her chest, her need growing in both her dream and reality.Stop teasing,she pleads, far more willing to be vulnerable in her imagination than she would ever dare to be in the real world.
And how can I deny her when she asks so sweetly?
Flattening my body as much as I can on this small bed, with my legs awkwardly hanging off the edge, I ease one of her thighs over my shoulder, followed by the other. I'm fully immersed in her, my whole line of sight nothing but the greatest wonder in the world.
From here, I can see her flushed face, brows furrowed in her sleep. Then her tits, barely confined in the pajama top, the peaks of them hard and no doubt aching. But I don't have time to play with them, don't have any time to waste. The longer I'm here, the likelier it becomes that she'll wake up and try to kill me for the violation.
But I fuckingneedthis.NeedIsla's delicious cunt right in my face where I can lave my tongue across it again and again. And I do, her hips moving in time with my deliberate swipes through the gathering slick.
Quietly, she moans and groans, trying to ride my face, begging in her dream for more.
All I want is to comply with her demands, but I fucking can't. If I use anything but the most gentle touch, she's going to wake up. My fingers ache from the effort of holding back, keeping my grip on her full thighs tender.
My dick leaks in my pants, pleading with me to climb up her body and drive it into her, wake her up with a punishing, brutal fucking, and make her scream from the overwhelming stretch.
But she's already barely holding on to unconsciousness, her mind scrambling because it can't comprehend that this could be just a dream.
Don't go,I beg her inside her dream.Stay here with me. Stay inside this fantasy where we can be who we are and forget what we are.
Her fear of vulnerability and my need to keep her safe don't exist in the world I've created inside her mind. The only things here are us, as we are, as we were meant to be, together without walls and trauma and a million little cuts keeping us apart.
She nods frantically in the fantasy realm, fighting against her instincts to wake up, fighting to stay with me just a little bit longer.
My tongue traces small, firm circles on her clit, my hips moving of their own accord, humping into her bed just to give myself some kind of relief while I bring her slowly to orgasm. Her moans grow, her hard, panting breaths coming quicker as she moves with me. Her heels dig into my back, fingers twitching where they lay around her head.
I project all my thoughts, all my praise, into her mind.
I love being between your legs.
You sound so beautiful; The music of your pleasure is my favorite song.
You're so delicious, so fucking warm and sweet.
