Smut & Filth. Chapter ten.

"Dream Lovers".


She awoke slowly in the darkness. Shadows cast by the flickering of the fire behind her danced on the wall and rain lashed down outside. For a moment she forgot where she was.

Sitting up she saw him lying beside her, facing away. The bed sheet they shared covered him from the hip down. She turned toward him and snuggled in behind, the smaller spoon playing the big spoon, with a smile on her face.

He grumbled and moaned in his sleep, pushing his bottom into her tummy, then stretched.

“Are you awake?” She whispered into his ear.

“They’re on the tray.” He replied, vocalising some event from a dream in response to her interruption. She wondered if she were in his dream? She could never know the answer.

But she was.

She decided to let him sleep and slipped an arm around him, hugging and pressing herself tightly against his back, wishing she could touch every inch of him with every inch of her. She raised a knee and placed her leg over him, very aware that her most intimate area was now pressed against his hip. She moaned.

Slowly, she let her fingers explore his chest as he slept. She toyed with his nipples then moved lower, running her palm across his tummy, her fingers heading toward his manhood. She touched him there and moaned again as he moved against her gently.

Lifting herself onto one elbow she pressed her moistness against him harder, her hips describing the tiniest of circles as she used his hip to stimulate herself. She bit her lip as she realised she was already closing in on yet another orgasm.

He mumbled something else in his sleep and she leaned in close, whispering in his ear…

…”Shhh, baby.”

The hand that had been playing with his still soft cock retraced its path back up his body as she shifted closer still, feeling her clitoris swelling as she used him. Up over his tummy, up further across his chest, finding his throat as he had found hers earlier and, finally, his face.

She clamped her hand over his mouth and he awoke with a start. He tensed, and in doing so stimulated her further. His hand came up to grab her wrist but he made no attempt to free himself, he just groaned a deep groan of passion…

…and pushed back harder.

“Dirty boy,” She almost snarled the words, “be quiet.”

She ground her cunt against him, her breath quickening, and he released her wrist, reaching behind her and grabbing her gyrating bottom. Pulling her hard against him as he pushed back even harder, he performed the same gyrations as she did, sending her into a frenzy.

She came hard, the control she felt, the control she had taken, magnifying her orgasm and she screamed out, her face contorted as if in rage. She panted, slipped her hand back down beneath him and took hold of his cock once more.

No longer soft, she pumped at it hard with her fist as she continued to grind herself into him. He made no sound but he writhed in pleasure, eager to let her take whatever she wanted, to use him.

The room was suddenly and briefly illuminated with the bright, blue light from a bolt of lightning and the thunder that followed seemed to shake the bed, aiding and abetting her in another powerful orgasm. She swore at him, calling him a dirty bastard, a filthy little cunt and much more besides. Words she would never normally use spilled from her mouth as she continued to pull on his erection and cum on him.

His hand, the one that had been aiding her thrusts, slipped around her further, tracing the contours of her trembling backside and seeking out the mouth of her pleasure. His fingertip touched her and was enough to make her orgasm again.

And again.

He came at some point, though she didn’t notice. She continued pulling on him as he softened, focused only on that which she wanted, that which she took, until, exhausted and drained, she collapsed onto him.

“Sorry, I’m sorry, sorry” She panted into his ear. He rolled toward her, a hand finding her hair and guiding her face gently to his chest. He held her like that, kissing her head and listening to her insincere apologies until he heard her begin again to snore. Once more he kissed her, then asked…

“Are you awake?”

No reply, she continued to snore.

“In that case, I love you.” He kissed her once more, then followed her into her dreams.


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