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Sex. Sex. Sex.

Pleasure. Pleasure. Pleasure. 

It's all I can think about.

It's all I can dream about.

It's all I can feel.

Pleasure bursting through my body was all I could dream about during my sleep. The feelings are so intense, I could bet money on it that it is almost real and I am in this fantasy world where every little touch, kiss, caress, lick, and squeeze is amplified to levels I didn't know existed until now where it's all I can feel. My dream started off normally, just a black void that I was laying in on my right side like always, waiting to wake up. Then, something grabs me by my shoulders and wakes me up sightly or at least that is what I thought as they turn me on my back and softly rub their hands up and down my biceps. My left arm has something warm and soft caressing it and my right has something cold and smooth with a hardness to it that triggers my memory. 

I know who this is.

I can't see him clearly but I know it's Bucky. This is a dream where you are dreaming in colors and very vividly but, you are in a black abyss. You remember the dream in the morning and recall that you were just staring at the backs of your eyelids instead of the colors you dreamt from the night before. That's what's going on with me. I know it's Bucky but, his face and body is all fuzzy which dreams are weird because if I focus hard enough, I can see his blue eyes on me as he plants soft kisses on my cheek that lead down to my jaw, under my chin, and on the other side of my face. I can see his dark hair fall in his face as he leans over me to kiss down my neck on each side and spending extra time on my pulse points and the sweet spots behind my ears.

I hear myself whimper and move with his touch, silently begging him to hurry but, he doesn't as he takes his time with him moving down my chest and slowly unbuttoning my night shirt. His lips are close behind the buttons that pop open until he gets to the last one where he kisses my lower stomach and sucks deeply so a portion of my skin is sucked between his teeth that graze across the sensitive area. I can feel the moans slipping from my lips sounding quiet but feeling like I am screaming at a football game even though I have no idea how the sport works. His lips detach after a moment and I look down at the purple mark left on my stomach covered in his saliva. He looks up at me with a smile and seems to catch my eyes before diving back in at a spot right below my belly button.

He kisses, sucks, and licks his marks into my body until the dark red hickeys make it to the band of my sports bra. My chest is heaving and my hands are gripping the sheets as I look at the single line of hickeys going down the center of my body. He looks at me for a moment before shrugging and pinching the top of my bra, ripping it slowly and carefully down the center until the two padded cups pop free from one another. He tears the straps on the shoulders along with the short sleeves of my silk night shirt that seems to tear easier than the bra. He carefully slides each shredded material out from under my body and drops it silently to the carpet and slowly moves back so he is straddling my thighs.

Why is he being so slow and quiet like I'm sleeping?

Bucky stares down at my body with a satisfied look and I stare up at his to see he is completely naked and very hard but he ignores his throbbing erection and bends back down to continue the line of hickeys. My moaning resumes echoing in the dark blurry dream when his hands come up and palm at my breasts before switching from kneading at my chest to gently pinching my soft nipples until they perk up, ready for his tongue which happens in no time. His lips move up the center of my throat and over to the left side to suck a new line down my jugular vein and over my collarbone. My back arches lightly but is still heavy from sleep and I feel like my hands lift up and thread through his dark hair like I wanted but when I look, I see that they are sill resting on either side of me, gripping the sheets ever so slightly.

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