Love Bites

“Oh sweetie,” Cory heard waking. He was getting used to his strange and erotic dreams, and knew this would be one right away.

His fish tank was giving off ambient light that revealed a female figure next to his bed.

“An-” he started but was interrupted by a “Shhh,” as she slid under his comforter next to him. She put a hand on his bare chest and rubbed.

Knowing that he typically ignored his inhibitions in his dreams, he didn’t even try. Still laying on his back, he put out his arm and found a bare breast. He squeezed and found the nipple, pinching it lightly between his fingers.

She responded with a mmm and doing the same to him.

He found the other and repeated the process, as did she. He traced down her cleavage and ran his hand across the charm on her chain, thinking that at least she didn’t try to pull away like in real life.

He ran his fingers between the globes of flesh to the taunt abdomen, to her navel where he ran his finger around it, then into it, feeling her stomach muscles contract.

She mirrored his movements.

Might as well use what he had learned even if it was still in my dream, he thought.

Using his fingertips, he rubbed across his hips, tracing the imaginary bikini line his mind saw, then rolled onto his side.

He switched hands, starting at her navel again and tracing down, not stopping at the bikini line this time. His fingers felt the rise of her pubic mound and the soft hair. It was slightly longer now, showing that time stops for no one, even in dreams, he thought.

Just as before, he used his four fingers and slid down until his middle finger sank into the moist folds of flesh, finding the raised bump. He paused at it, rubbing over and around it, then slid down further until his finger was inside her.

She moaned and pulled off his briefs, then gripped his erection.

He started his in-and-out motion, using his thumb over her nub and soon she was panting, still stroking him.

“Add another,” she said.

He added his index finger, feeling the stretch of her skin around his fingers.

“Yes,” was the only thing said as he pushed in and out.

Her breathing quickened and she stopped rubbing him.

Cory felt her hand grab the sheet and squeeze, as she started the spasming jerk that clamped down on his two fingers, trapping them inside of her. His thumb was free so he flicked the spot around her sensitive nerve bundle and she continued to quake, whimpering as he continued.

She didn’t stop him, so he continued and so did her jerking. It reminded him of a small seizure as her body continued to spasm under his touch. Finally she relented, panting, “Stop…” which he did.

When she relaxed enough so he could remove his fingers, he did, causing her to jump again.

“To hell with this. Your turn. Where’s your wallet?”

“Don’t need it, there’s a whole box on the nightstand courtesy of Kayla,” he said, figuring it would be there in his dream, although why would he bother in a dream?

Oh well.

She rolled over on to him as she rolled him onto his back and reached for the box. Grabbing the first one she got, Cory heard the rip of foil and the wrapper land on the night stand.

She was on top of him, so she held him and rolled on the condom. “Ready?” she asked.

“Sure,” he replied.

“Tell me you want this… Please?”

“It’s okay. I’m seventeen now, so my promise is kept. Except for who it’s with… even in my dream,” he said.

He felt hands on his shoulders as she moved forward over him. His erection was trying to go up, so when it found a place it could go, it did, and she moved back until he was fully inside of her.

She gyrated her hips, grinding pelvic bone against pelvic bone, and then raised her body so she was sitting on him, and started going up and down on him, her hands now on his abdomen.

She alternated up-and-down with front-to-back. Bouncing on him, the heat and wetness quickly got to him and he mumbled, “I’m close.”

She lowered herself and flicked her hips up and down his body, rubbing herself on him as she went, and suddenly he grabbed her hips and thrust into her, both of them orgasming together.

She collapsed onto him, her hair tickling his nose.

He wilted and popped out of her. Still lying on him, she reached around and pulled the used condom off, dropping it on the floor.

She was gently kissing him on his neck and chest. His hands found her butt and started playing with it. Grabbing each cheek, he pulled them apart and let go, hearing a wet parting of flesh with each pull.

“Frisky,” she said.

He did his a few more times, then ran a finger down her crack until he found the wet area, and pushed in.

She was kissing him, but almost ended up biting him when he did this. She was surprised to feel his erection back so soon. “More?” she asked.

“It’s there might as well use it,” he replied.

“You get top this time,” she told him. She grabbed another condom and swapped positions with him.

He was kneeling between her thighs, and she rolled on the second condom, then positioned him, wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him into her.

He wasn’t sure exactly what to do, and she sensed this and said, “Like your fingers – in and out. Simple.”

He pulled out, then pushed in, her legs pulling inwards. Soon he didn’t need help or direction and she was lifting her hips to meet his thrusts.

He took direction easy enough by her saying, “Faster,” or, “Harder.”

Soon their pelvises were slapping together in a constant rhythm, each getting closer to orgasm.

“Kiss me,” she said, and he bent down, still thrusting, and kissed her.

This new angle was all it took as he pulled out, then pushed in as far as he could, causing her own orgasm that contracted her muscles, tightening on him.

Her muscles rippled in a milking fashion as her nails dug into his back. Their release over, the kiss broke and she said, “God, I love you Cory.”

“Thank you,” he said in return. He felt bad, but even in his dream he was still in love with Lily.

“Get some rest, you earned it,” she said, rolling him off her. She pulled the used condom off and said, “Sweet dreams.”