Blizzard !

(7) Sweet Dreams Are Made of Her

He lay on top of her in the warm and cozy bed, kissing all over her neck and face and stroking her hair. She moaned in pleasure, arching her body up against him, wrapping her legs around his waist. He rubbed himself against her opening; he could feel the wetness, the heat she generated was like a blast furnace against him. It was all he could do not to just ram himself right into her all the way to the hilt. Something this special needed to be savored...slowly...until...

"Are you ready for me?" he chuckled very softly and smiled."It sure feels like your are..."

She opened her eyes and looked at him. Her eyes frosted just a bit. "Excuse me, are you complaining? I'm so sorry, I'll just lay here like a rag doll and you can hump me like a jack rabbit to your heart's content. That's obviously what you're more used to." She relaxed her body. "Go ahead. It seems you're not used to having a real, responsive woman in your bed. It must scare you. I'm sorry." 

"Hey now," he said sternly, "stop that attitude. I wasn't making fun of you."

"You were laughing at me a second ago. I swear, men are all the same. They say they want a responsive woman in their bed, not a lump of clay. If they do get a warm, willing, responsive woman in their bed, the man gets intimidated by their vocalizing their need, so they laugh at the woman."

He sighed. "Woman, you've been reading too much Cosmopolitan  again."

She growled at him deep in her throat. "Like I said: Are you complaining?"

"No. You know I'm not." he kissed her. "Never. I think I'm one hell of a lucky guy to have a woman like you in my bed; you're mind-blowing, fantastic." He looked into her eyes."You know I'm in love  with you." He began to kiss down her neck, "I'm sorry, I wasn't laughing at you, really  ." He worked his way up to the other side of her neck, "Forgive me? Please?" He gently kissed her lips.

She quivered under his touch, his kiss. He knew her neck was one of her most sensitive spots, that schmuck, and he knew how to take full advantage of it. She realized she had been a touch too bitchy-sensitive with him. She sighed, reached up, wrapped her arms around his neck. "Forgiven. Will you forgive me for being bitchy-sensitive? I'm sorry."

"Of course I will. Shall we move onto the entertainment portion of our program?" he grinned.

"Yes. Let's." she grinned back.

"Well hang on, baby." he slid into her in one long, hard, smooth stroke, completely filling her up and making her cry out in pleasure. He began to move inside her, nearly pulling out, then plunging slowly back in again. He cried out in pleasure as he felt her muscles around him squeeze and pulse, squeeze and pulse. She grinned at him " You like that?"

"Oh God yesss," he moaned. "but take it easy; I don't want to end it too soon."

"Okay, I'll save some my other moves for later to dazzle you with." She squeezed him again, kissing down the side of his neck.

"My God, you are so goood, woman. God, I am lucky."

" Yes, you are! And thank you! I aim to please." she smiled.

"Oh sweet baby , you sure do!" he assured her.

He rode her, firm and hard, both of them crying out in pleasure. She sensed when he started to get close. "Hey, let's do a switch-up" she whispered in his ear, nibbling on the lobe and licking his neck.

"Oh yeah..." he turned and flipped her so that she was on top now. he put his hands on her waist so she could ride him, but she slid off him with a wicked grin, "Nope, I've got another idea," taking him in hand and sliding her warm wet mouth down and taking him in fully.

"OH MY GOD, WOMAN!"

She smiled and slid her mouth back up and out, "Easy now, babe, easy." She slid her hand up and down, stroked the top gently; it all was so sensitive."We want to pace ourselves." she blew her warm breath on him, licked. She moved her tongue to that sensitive spot that all men have and gave it her undivided attention.

He gripped the bedclothes and whimpered. "Susanna!"

She looked up, trying not to grin, "Yes, sweetie?"

"Please, woman! Come here! NOW !"

"Oh, you want me to ride the pony? Well... okay." She moved gracefully, straddled him and slid down slowly. He moaned, groaned, and gave a little scream all at the same time. His hands flew to her waist and held her there. She leaned forward and gave him a deep kiss, her tongue searching for his He began moving his hips in a rhythm as old as time, holding her still as he thrust up into her, giving her hard bursts of pleasure. She cried out, loving the sensation.

She was under him, all hot and ready, begging for him, moaning his name. He gladly obliged her. He slid in, went all the way, and cried out in amazement. Oh God, he had dreamed about this for so long!...it was even better than the dream!...God, she was a treasure! He began to ride her slowly, not wanting to rush this. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him down to kiss him deeply, moaning his name in his ear, nibbling on the lobe, running the tip of her tongue along the ridge of it, crying out in pleasure. She moved her hands all over his back, kissed and nibbled up and down the sides of his neck, grabbed his firm ass cheeks to push him in even deeper into her heat . He moaned her name, becoming even more turned on. Was there anything this woman couldn't  do? he wondered. He sincerely doubted it, and he wasn't going to let her go. He began to move a little deeper, a little faster.

She said, with a smile, "Okay, my turn now, lover." She  leaned forward a bit and placed her hands on his chest for leverage and began to grind up and down...up and down...then in slow circles, all the while squeezing the top, then also all the way down. Her fingertips traced circles around his nipples, gently flicking the tips as they got hard, lightly squeezing. He was starting to get crazy; she knew he wouldn't last much longer. She straightened up, moved faster, so he could get the full effect of her actions....

He wanted to go even deeper with her. He bent and lifted her legs and put them up on his shoulders for a completely new angle. Her legs felt so soft and silky! He kissed her calves, then squeezed them close together, so there would more intense friction on her clitoris. She cried out "Oh God, yes !" This encouraged him to move deeper and harder than before. She moved her hips in a circular motion, squeezing him as she slid up and down on him while he rode her....My God! He'd never had a woman who did that before to him...it was incredible!  He gave himself over to the mind-blowing pleasure, wrapping his arms around her legs and pounding down on her and screaming....

My God, this woman is incredible, he thought! She was moving on him faster, up and down, harder, squeezing, leaning back for a different angle of pleasure that he hadn't felt before, and oh, he loved that, too, and oh God, he couldn't stop, he felt himself starting to explode, screaming...

"SUSANNA!'

"OH GOD, SUSANNA!'     

After a minute, he sat up in the dark, quiet hotel room. "Umm, Matt?"

"Yeah, Bam?"

"Were you dreaming about  -"

"Yeah, Bro, same as you."

"Wow."

"Yeah, wow."

"Good thing Bear and Gabe weren't sharing the room with us."

"Yeah, no kidding."

"That Noah is one lucky dude. I hope he appreciates her."

"Yeah, I hope so too."

"Well, night, Matt. More."

"Night Bam. More."

They both sighed in resignation and loneliness and went to sleep...but it wasn't easy...they were each haunted by their sensual dream...damn...it had seemed so frickin' real  !!...(sigh)...Lucky Noah...