My Reoccurring Dreams Vol. I

#020

"What are you doing up?" He asked as he walked into the kitchen, "and where are your clothes?" I looked down at myself and I had on shirt and shorts but you couldn't see them so it looks like I had nothing on underneath. I simply raised up the shirt and he said, "ohhhh sorry." I nodded and said, "it's okay it happens a lot." He went to get a glass of water too and sat in one of the stools that was at the counter.

"You still shouldn't be up this late." He said chuckling, "you don't have the best attitude when you don't get enough sleep." I laughed at him and said, "yeah I don't have the best attitude when I don't get enough di- never mind." He looked at me smirking a little bit. "When you don't get enough dick you mean?" He asked getting up. "Yeah but I wasn't supposed to tell you that." I said chuckling.

"He must not give you enough attention huh?" He asked standing close to me. "That's not true." I said, "he gives me attention when I need it." He placed his hands on my shoulders startling me a little bit. "You must need some attention now since you can't sleep." He said, "I mean that must be why you're still awake." I looked up at him and smiled. "Yeah I do but he's not here." I said being a little disappointed.

"Well I am standing right here." He sighed rolling his eyes. "That's very sweet of you but you don't have to." I said being a little nervous, "besides I'd never hear the end of it." He grabbed my hands and pulled me out of the kitchen. "Where are we going?" I asked as I chuckled a little. "To my room. You're in need and someone needs to do something about it." He said leading me to his room. "I promise you don't have to if you don't want to." I said reassuring him that I was fine.

"Well you need some attention to get you through the night." He said picking me up, "and if he isn't here to give it to you then someone has to." He laid me on the bed, gently kissing my lips and caressing my body. I moaned a little bit, making him chuckle. He took off my shorts as he traced the tattoos on my thigh. I was getting nervous and started to throb intensely. The thoughts that entered my mind as I watched him admire me were extremely perverted. He looked up at me, smiling sweetly as he caressed my stomach.

I immediately started to feel bad about my perverted thoughts and pat his head. "What's wrong?" He asked looking concerned. "Nothing.." I said looking away from him. He saw my neck in a vulnerable state and landed small tender kisses on it. I moaned some more making him blush harshly. I noticed that my noises were making him hard when I put my hands down towards his pants. I took one of his hands and slowly moved it down towards my panties. "Touch me..." I begged.

He looked a little scared, not of me though. He was afraid of what he might do to me. Looking at his needy expression made me wetter as he continued teasing me and himself. My thoughts took over my brain again as he looked into my eyes with that same needy expression. It made me want to torture him. I wanted to hear him beg for me. I wanted to see tears in his eyes and drool on his face. But something told me I wasn't the only thinking these thoughts about someone.

He had this look in his eyes, almost like a hunger that needed to be fed otherwise he'd go crazy. He looked at me like I was his prey that he had right where he wanted. He slowly caressed the outside of my panties looking at me long for him. However he wasn't the only one doing some teasing. I slowly stroked his dick outside his pants. He blushed real hard and started to break eye contact. He started to whine a little, becoming impatient. So he decided to make the first move.

He slipped his fingers inside the panties and started fingering me. I started to moan louder, not being able to think about teasing him anymore. He started to touch himself as he fingered me, letting me know he enjoyed watching me react to his touch. He examined every expression on my face as he touched me and himself. Then he stopped, taking my panties off. He started to rub his dick against me, not being able to take the tension between us much longer. He slowly pushed himself inside me making me cry out for him.