Peculiarity Of A Different Sort

Dreams

She laid her hands on my thighs, lightly caressing them. Her voice was strained, her mouth dry, "may I return the favor?"

She had caught me by surprise. Those words dripped from her lips. Slowly and thick, like syrup, and every bit as sweet.

"Yes, my dear."

She stared harshly into my eyes as though contemplating her next move. She then seated herself just between my thighs and removed my knickers, giggling fiendishly. She bit my thigh harshly, causing a sharp mixture of pain and pleasure which caused me to make a quiet shriek. She licked two of her fingers generously before placing them lightly against my entrance.

"Is this alright?"

My whole body ached for her. My throat went dry, my heart soared, but I managed an approving sound.

"Mhm."

She slid them in slowly, causing a deep, warm feeling across my body. She began to rub me as I had her and I began making noises the likes of which I never had.

"Unlike you, I don't care who I make you wake."

"A-ali-uhh."

I struggled to repress my voice but with every movement, every slide of her fingers, she forced from me a new vocalization of pleasure. This feeling was unlike anything else. Past thought, past reason.

"Please...Alice."

Just as her name escaped my lips, my mouth fell silent. I was unable to think, only feel. Intensely and all at once. Like an internal vibration. Like the purest sunshine against your skin. Like the most real of dreams.

She sat up a little and looked at me, "did you just?"

"Y-yes."

She laid her head on my stomach and looked up at me.

"You're a dream, Alma Peregrine."