You drift in and out of sleep at night, not sure why or how often it happens, but you feel like your dreams have been getting weirder each time. Weirder, and better.
The first time it happens, you feel my body pushed against yours, gently spooning you - no need for concern now, after all, we always do that - and my fingertips softly caress your arm, your fingers, loving and gentle. You feel kisses on your shoulder.
The second time, those same fingers brush over your hip, your thigh, downwards and upwards again, drawing circles and little patterns. My kisses have wandered, close enough to your neck that you can feel my warm breath against the thin, sensitive skin. It makes you shiver. You hear my whispers, telling you to shush, to not make a sound, so continue sleeping. It's just a dream, and you're oh so tired, so you quickly fall back asleep, right after gently complaining.
The third time... Oh, this time, it's different. You wake up to the sensation of two fingers, rubbing up and down over your slit, still covered by your underwear but soaked enough to know you've been played with for a while. An arm around your body keeps you close to me - and two more fingers are toying with one of your nipples, rubbing and pulling. You can't help a moan, even though you're so tired that you barely realize the situation. What a weird dream, mh? You move, immediately get locked into place by my arm and body, a quiet, rough voice vibrating against your neck, "Shh, stay still, be good", followed by a quieter "Fuck, you're so hard", as my fingertip rubs against the swollen nub in your underwear. You sigh and whimper and moan while I relentlessly touch and rub you, rubbing myself against your back simultaneously, and you're not awake enough to fight back or even just realize that this is not a dream. Shamelessly, your body moves against my hand, you shiver at every teasing word leaving my lips, and as soon as my fingers slide beneath the hem of your panties and finally touch your wet, hot, twitching clit uncovered, you tense up, rub harder against me, yell out your lust and come. Hard enough to knock you right back into delirium afterwards.
And oh, so I enjoy the shameful, embarrassed silence the morning after, when we're drinking our coffee, and you're under the impression that you've had one of your hardest orgasms because of a dream of how I've fucked you half asleep. Little will you ever know, mh?
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