I feel myself stirring and slipping silently upwards from the depths of a slumber so deep and dreamless. I am still not awake, but in my dream I feel myself opening my thighs to you, I feel the wetness trickle down between the smooth, soft lips of my pussy and continue its journey between the cheeks of my bottom to drip softly onto the crisp, clean sheets of my bed.

Still slumbering lightly, I feel your hand moving gently, your fingers trailing along my pussy lips, long, strong fingers dipping lightly inside, searching, caressing the inner walls of my pussy, then moving back to my clitoris, continuing the gentle stimulation that has raised me from deep sleep into a half awake, half asleep world.

I am not sure whether I am asleep, dreaming sweet naughty dreams of you as I have often done so before, or in a perfect world where you have crept into my bedroom unannounced in the middle of a dark night to pleasure me, as I have wished for many times.

A soft moan passes my lips as your caresses continue; my hips begin to move, pressing up against your hand, urging you on, wanting your fingers to arouse me, tease me, pleasure me. Your lips find my toes, licking, sucking and lightly nipping, from my toes up along my legs, light, gentle touches, to the sleek softness of my inner thighs.

Gently, ever so gently, my legs part and your mouth lightly kisses my pussy, then you tongue dips between them. I murmur gently, urging my sleepy body towards your lips and fingers, my arms spread across my pillows, my back arching, lifting my hips, my legs sliding wider apart as your mouth presses closely against my pussy, your tongue lapping slowly, smoothly. In the moonlight, flooding through the half drawn curtains, my long, slim body lies open, wanton, eager to enjoy your touch, your hands, your fingers, your mouth.

You lift your head from its place in between my pussy lips and gaze down upon the sight before you. Your gaze travels across the gentle curves of my body, from my firm breasts, nipples taut now with arousal, across my slim waist, over my flat stomach, past my neatly trimmed pubic hair, down to the flushed, open lips bedewed with pussy juices. Your head dips down once more towards my sex.

My nipples harden even more in the breeze from the windows, as the curtains flutter in the draft, the ripples of moonlight and shadow across my body. Moving slowly, your tongue quivers as it travels along the length of my pussy, licking droplets of my juices again and again from between the soft pink lips. Then your fingers ease apart my pussy lips and your tongue slithers inside, deeper now, searching, licking more strongly. I strain against you, murmuring in my sleepiness.

I murmur your name under my breath, "Adrian, Adrian." I feel myself rising upwards from my sleeping state as your tongue slides deep inside me. Your hands slide behind me, gently holding my ass cheeks, fondling them, caressing them, almost savouring their smooth firmness, and my hands come to rest on your head urging you down into the sweet, warm depths of my pussy. I sense you breathing in the smell and taste of me, revelling in the sweet, salty, silken flavour so unmistakeably mine.

You softly disengage yourself from my still sleepy grasp and, taking my hands in yours, you turn and smile down at me. No words are spoken as you move towards me, slowly, powerfully. The sweet taste of my pussy is still on your tongue, still tingling on your lips, teasing you, as your mouth traces a path up my body, across my stomach, the firm swell of my breasts. Softly your mouth encompasses my nipple, hard and rigid, and you begin to suck.

I watch as you close your eyes, bringing your teeth to bear against my stiffening nipples, nipping them firmly yet gently. I gasp with pain and delight, arching my body against you. As your mouth attends so enthusiastically to my nipples, your hands cupping my breasts firmly, my hands travel across your strong shoulders, sliding over your skin, moving along the muscled contours of your back, across your firm buttocks, your long, thick cock stiffening even more against my smooth thigh.

You groan, your voice deep, gravely and husky. It rumbles from deep inside your throat. I want you now; I want your body, your cock. You slide your shaft along my moist slit, gently teasing me, my pussy juices coating the swollen head of your cock. I gasp as your shaft rubs across the stiff tip of my exposed clit again and again. Each time I moan louder at the touch of your cock. As I continue to caress your ass, you suck avidly on my nipple and your hips push more firmly between my spread legs.

The soft, wet lips of my pussy open slightly, caressing the underside of your shaft. Your mouth leaves my aching nipple, your lips kissing up along the swell of my firm breasts, your teeth close around the necklace I wear, the one he gave me for my birthday last year and who I betray now, tugging playfully as you arch your back above me, the tip of your cock barely entering me.

You look down into my eyes and I stare back, with deep longing. I gasp, my body tensing as I wait for the stroke that will bring your shaft to lodge within my war, wet pussy. As you raise yourself upon your arms, I watch transfixed as the moonlight gleams upon the skin of your shoulders, the muscles rippling with every move. Slowly, oh so slowly, you ease your full length inside my waiting pussy. I savour every inch as the long, thick cock slides smoothly inside me. I arch my back beneath you, moaning softly, my eyes closed. I lift my legs, resting my feet on your bottom, my hands gripping your shoulders, opening myself wide to you.

You pause for a moment, held above me, and I hold you inside, loving the feel of skin on skin, your big sex throbbing intensely inside me, your weighty balls resting against my ass. Then you start to fuck me, strong, steady thrusts, in and out, not fast but a smooth rhythm that lets me enjoy your size completely. I open my eyes and look down, wondering at the thick shaft as it slides in and out, glistening with my juices.

Your mouth is on my breasts again, kissing, licking, and sucking the nipples, engulfing them completely with your mouth and rolling them round and round with your tongue until I gasp at the sensations, my breasts linked direct to my pussy, the sensations building up so that I draw nearer and nearer to my orgasm.

I feel the itch growing fiercer and fiercer, my clit swelling, pulsing, and throbbing with intense arousal. Then it hits me, wave after wave of stomach churning, spine tingling, nerve stretching passion, so that I moan and pant beneath you, cumming so deliciously, arching my body as the paroxysms of pleasure ripple through me.

The contractions of my pussy take you over the edge too and I feel your cock jetting its cum deep inside me, each stroke pumping your warm seed into me, your voice softly calling my name, "Laura! Laura!" I wake up, stare around, my sheets are rumpled, my hair plastered to my head, my body gleaming with perspiration, my thighs shining with the dew of my pussy, my T-shirt crumpled under my armpits. I sit up, confused, did I dream?

Was it real? Were you here with me? No, it was a dream, I don't feel the smooth, thick sensation of your cum inside me, trickling back down my pussy to dampen my sheets. But it was so intense, so real! I sit for a moment, thinking to myself how I wish you were here.