Chapter 7: Resolution
The Dreamer's eyes fluttered open, her body still humming with the remnants of the intense dream she had just experienced. The dim light of the early morning filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the plush velvety cushions and tangled silken sheets that adorned her bedroom. She could still feel the ghost of her boyfriend's touch, his commanding presence lingering in the air like an intoxicating scent.
A soft sigh escaped her lips as she stretched languidly, her body still tingling with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
Her wrists were still bound to the bedposts, the silk ropes smooth against her skin, a reminder of the intense dream she had just experienced. Her boyfriend lay beside her, his breaths slow and steady, a satisfied smile on his face.
He rolled over, his hand tracing the curve of her hip, his eyes dark and intense. "Good morning, Dreamer," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.
"Morning," she replied, her voice still husky from sleep.
He leaned in, his mouth capturing hers in a slow, lazy kiss.
She could taste herself on him, her juices mingling with his, the flavor salty and sweet. His tongue invaded her mouth, claiming it as his own, his hand sliding down her body, his fingers finding her wet, swollen pussy.
"Fuck, you're still so wet," he groaned against her lips, his fingers dipping inside her, coating them with her arousal. He broke the kiss, his breath ragged, his eyes dark with lust. "You're insatiable, Dreamer. I fucking love it."
He sat up, his cock already hard and ready, the tip glistening with pre-cum.
"Get on your knees," he commanded, his voice a low growl.
She complied without question, rolling onto her knees and presenting herself to him. He gripped her hips, his eyes locked onto hers as he guided his cock to her entrance.
"Look at me, Dreamer," he growled, his voice tight with desire. "Watch as I fuck that pretty little mouth of yours."
She gasped as he slid his length into her, the sensation of being filled making her moan. He groaned, his fingers digging into her hips, his cock pulsing inside her.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he murmured, his voice a low rumble.
"Your pussy is so fucking tight and wet." He began to move, his hips rocking against hers, his cock driving deep into her with slow, deliberate thrusts. The Dreamer moaned, her body arching to meet his, her hands gripping the silk sheets for support.
She could feel every inch of him, the friction of his skin against hers, the heat of his body, the thickness of his cock filling her completely. She whimpered, her body already on edge, the pleasure building with each thrust.
He leaned forward, his mouth capturing one of her nipples, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.
She cried out, her back arching off the bed, her hips pushing back against him. He gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, his cock spearing into her with powerful thrusts.
"Fuck, your tits are perfect," he growled, his voice a low rumble against her skin. "I could fuck these tits all day." She gasped, her head thrashing on the pillow, her body on fire with desire.
"You're a fucking animal," she panted, her voice ragged with need. "Fuck me like you mean it. Use me."
Her words sent a jolt through him, his cock throbbing with need. He pulled back, his eyes locked onto hers, their gazes clashing in the dimly lit room. "You want that, Dreamer?" he growled, his voice thick with lust. "You want me to fuck you like an animal?" "Yes, fuck yes. Use me.
Fuck me. Now." Her voice was raw with need, her eyes pleading, her body begging for release. He growled, a primal, feral sound that sent a shiver down her spine. "You want it rough, Dreamer? You want me to fuck you like the dirty little whore you are?" He slapped her ass hard, the sting making her cry out and arch her back further, presenting herself to him even more. "Yes!" she screamed, her voice hoarse with need. "Fuck yes! I want it rough. I want you to use me." He reached up, his hand fisting in her hair, pulling her head back roughly.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard, Dreamer. You're going to feel every inch of my cock inside you. You're going to scream my name as I fuck you senseless."
"Yes," she gasped, her breath coming in short, sharp pants. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard."
He released her hair, his hand wrapping around her throat again, his grip firm but not choking. The pressure made her pulse race, her heart pounding in her chest. He leaned down, his mouth capturing hers in a brutal, possessive kiss, his tongue invading her mouth, claiming it as his own.
She could taste the salt of her own arousal on his tongue, the flavor a testament to her desire. He bit down on her lower lip, hard enough to sting, and she moaned into his mouth, her body arching against his.
He pulled back, his eyes wild and hungry, his cock throbbing between them, the tip slick with pre-cum. "Spread yourself open for me, Dreamer," he growled, his voice thick with lust.
"Show me that pretty little cunt of yours."
She complied, her hips spreading wider, her fingers finding her already swollen clit and parting her folds. He groaned, his cock twitching at the sight of her exposed and vulnerable.
"Fuck, you're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice low and raw. Suck on that clit until you're screaming my name."
He knelt between her legs, his hands gripping her hips tightly. He leaned in, his tongue flicking out to lick her from ass to clit in one long, slow stroke.
She gasped, her body jerking at the contact, her fingers digging into the sheets. He did it again, his tongue swirling around her clit before delving back down, his stubble rough against her sensitive skin. He groaned, the sound vibrating against her, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.
"Fuck, you taste so fucking good," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "I could eat you all day."
He settled in, his hands gripping her ass as he began to devour her. His tongue was relentless, licking and sucking, his stubble scraping against her sensitive flesh.
The Dreamer's hips bucked against his face, her fingers tangling in the sheets, her knuckles turning white from the force of her grip.
"Fuck, that feels... oh God, that feels amazing," she gasped, her voice hoarse and breathless.
The Boyfriend chuckled, the sound vibrating against her clit, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her. "You like that, don't you, Dreamer? You like my tongue on your pretty little cunt."
"Yes," she moaned, her body writhing beneath him.
A loud knock on the door shakes dreamer back to reality, laying there, helpless, clueless, realizing it was all just a dream .
She sits there, panting and dizzy, her body still warm and aroused. She checks her phone for the time, it's almost noon and she's been sleeping for hours. She gets up and unlocks the door to her shabby apartment.
"Hey babe, did I wake you?" He asks in his deep sultry voice, his eyes scanning her body with desire.
"Ew, no, I've been up for hours," she says, flustered, her body on full display, still flushed and wet from her erotic dream.
He takes a step inside, his eyes roaming over her body, lingering on her bare breasts and the wetness between her legs.
"Liar," he smirks, shutting the door behind him. "You were moaning in your sleep. I could hear you from the other side of the wall."
She blushes, looking away from him. She tries to cover herself with the sheet, but he grabs her wrist, preventing her from doing so.
"Don't," he growls. "I want to see you. I want to see what has you so fucking wet."
His voice is rough with desire, his eyes burning into hers.