***This is R, children.
***Watch for an author shoutout
He's having another one. For the fourth time this week, even as I'm lying next to him, he's having yet another sex dream about me. You'd think he would just take it out on the real me while he's awake. But you know what?
Mommy is not complaining. I've decided just witnessing it is on the top ten list of hottest things anyone has ever seen/could possibly see, especially with someone as f*king sexy as Scott.
It starts out slow. His arms will tighten around my waist, the tension in his muscles building as his breathing begins to shallow out. He'll continue for a few minutes, breath panting hot in my ear, setting all of my nerves on fire until I'm just as turned on as he is. At this point there's nothing my body wants more than for him to wake up and rock all of that muscle into me, but my voyeuristic brain is perfectly content to watch him fall apart before my eyes. Only it never works out that way, because right about this time he starts talking.
His throat and chest both start to release little hums that slowly but surely turn into the repetition of my name, the same way he says it when I tease him. Apparently that's what I'm doing in his dream, because his hips will tilt and press into my ass while my name gets louder and louder, tingeing with frustration.
Eventually I can't resist the urge to play with him. It wouldn't be any fun if I didn't go along, right? It's really very cruel of me, but its too much fun and he reacts wayyyy too well for me to not. So when he starts basically using me as a pole, I turn in his arms and give a little back.
I start out with light kisses to his neck and collarbone, thrumming with the volume of his moans. If I'm careful it doesn't wake him up, and I can continue on to palming him until his dream self loses it and he stirs from sleep anyway. But on nights like this, I am way too eager. The light kisses I mentioned earlier quickly turn into sharp nips and he awakes within minutes, blinking open his stunning blue eyes to my smirking face.
"What're you doing?" He asks, slurring a bit from sleep.
"I could certainly ask you the same, Scotty. Why is it that it's four in the morning and you're already hard as a rock?" His eyes widen and he blushes, apparently not noticing his predicament until I pointed it out to him.
"Erm...it just...it...well, you know how it happens. It just..." At this point I know he won't be able to finish a sentence, it's too early and he's too turned on, so I just giggle and kiss his nose. I always do this when he's being adorable, and it still sort of applies when he's being adorable and making me want to ravish him at the same time.
"Sooooo...you wanna tell me about that dream?" I say as I roll over and prop myself on my knees and elbows above him. I can feel his fully hard length pressing against me and a small whimper escapes my lips. I didn't even know I could whimper.
"Mitchieeeee...you know I'm bad at that..." He actually isn't bad at talking dirty at all, he's just entirely too vanilla. But that doesn't mean he isn't good at sex. He's veeeery good at sex. The way that he's applying just the right amount of pressure to make me want him so badly does not fail to make me wonder how I ever let this man out of our apartment.
"Mmmmm...fine...keep doing that and talking will be the last thing on my mind." He obliges and flips us over so he can grind against me, working at my chest and collarbones with his lips, tongue and teeth. Have I ever mentioned his thing for my collar bones?
"Fuck, you feel sooooo good..." He moans against my skin, causing me to grip his ass and press my hips further up into his, feeling his breath get a little faster.
