Midnight Dream Lover – by Shana Gray #3
Everything he did was exquisite. He continued to bring her to heights she never thought possible and kept that ache in her belly on a knife edge.
Chyna couldn’t believe how easily she responded to him.
He was the best lover she’d ever had. He knew exactly what she wanted, needed, even before she did and, so far, demanded nothing in return.
The perfect lover. Too perfect. What if he wasn’t real? Whatever. She sighed and relaxed, keeping her eyes closed so she could zero in on his touch.
His voice, like a whisper in her ear, told her to lie still, relax and let him take charge.
Okay! I’m game for that. Chyna wouldn’t make him ask twice.
In the past, she’d never been able to let herself completely go.
Whenever she’d been with a man before, which wasn’t often, she’d worried about her body.
Did he like it, was she fresh enough down there, did her boobs droop?
And then, on top of all that, was worrying if she was skilled enough.
Did she give a good blowjob? Was she a good fuck?
Her worry was so all-encompassing she rarely reached orgasm and longed to whip out her trusty vibe to enhance the sensations, knowing the continual buzz would give her a happy ending.
But she’d always been way too shy to broach the subject.
But now? Weeee! She didn’t need the vibe. She didn’t need to worry about anything because he was in control and seemed totally committed to bringing her pleasure. Forfeiting his own. Oh sure, she’d make sure he got his due, but right now he made it clear it was all about her.
A dream lover. That’s what he was.
Ohhhhhh!
Thick fingers thrust into her pussy as a hot, wet tongue pulled on her clit.
She pumped her hips on the bed, against his face.
Her hands grabbed her boobs and plucked at her nipples.
He was way too busy between her thighs again and, unless he were an octopus, wouldn’t be able to give her nipples any attention.
So she took care of that for him. Her hands combined with him was more than she could take.
Chyna had no control as the sweet build-up of desire slipped through her blood like molten lava. She was gonna come.
“Don’t stop. Oh, don’t you dare stop,” she panted into the hushed dark of the night. “I’m g-going to c-come.”
She looked down at his head, barely able to see it in the gloom, bobbing for all its worth between her thighs. Drat the lack of lighting, she wanted to see this man. See his face, not just the shadowy outline of it.
Movement beside the wall caught her attention. The door to the hall swung open and four people walked in. “Wha…?”
“Don’t mind us, we heard you downstairs and didn’t want to miss the show. Carry on.” The people crowded around the bed and Chyna was stunned to silence.
Who were these people? Why were they here and right when she was going to come?
“G-get out. What do you think you’re doing?
I was just going to come and you wrecked it.
” Her orgasm burned and the last thing she wanted was to have an audience.
“I said get out!” She shouted this time.
Her voice startled the watchers and her, as if it came from another place, and then they disappeared, just faded away.
She sucked in a breath and glanced around.
Something was different. She felt different, almost as if she’d just woken up, and the sound of her shout seemed to hang in the dark room, which was now empty.
Even he was gone, no longer busy between her thighs.
What the hell? It had been so real and she gripped the covers under her chin.
Her orgasm retreated, leaving her horny as hell and pissed off.
There was no hot Irish dude in bed with her, the room was dark and quiet and empty.
“Ah shit. I was dreaming,” she sobbed. “I knew he was too good to be true.” Chyna rolled over and squeezed her thighs together. She felt at an utter loss, as if something very special had just slipped through her fingers. “Am I even in Ireland?”
The mattress shifted and Chyna moaned at being disturbed. Rough, calloused hands rubbed her and her moan turned to a groan of delight.
“Were ya thinking I’d abandoned you, my lovely?”
He came back. Part of her knew this was just a dream but the other part wondered because it seemed so real. Lost somewhere between sleep and the waking world, Chyna squeezed her eyes shut. If this was her dream, maybe she could play it out like she wanted to.
A phone rang in the distance. Drat that damn phone.
Afraid to open her eyes and rise through the layers of sleep, Chyna waited to see what would happen.
His hands were everywhere. Exquisite sweet heat pooled in her belly.
Why couldn’t she feel this good when she was awake?
Desire slipped through her and she stared down at him.
The room seemed a little brighter. Oh no, don’t wake up now!
He lifted his head and Chyna sucked in a breath.
Finally she would see what he looked like.
At last. Her mystery dream lover would be identified.
Shown to her so she knew who to look for when awake.
Alarm made her open her eyes wider and glance around the room.
What if she never found him when she was awake?
What if he was only ever to live in her dreams?
Maybe she really was awake right now and this wasn’t a dream.
She sobbed with frustration. It seemed so real.
Everything about him was not dreamlike. She felt his touch as plain as day.
He was lying between her thighs again. Sheesh, he really liked to give oral, didn’t he?
But then, who was she to complain? She responded to his touch with a quaking urgency that made her tremble all over and her boobs bobble about.
She soaked the bed again and he hadn’t even touched her yet!
The murmurs and moans she heard could only be his. Gawd, he seemed more real all the time.
Light flashed through the old lace curtains on the window and cast its glow over the bed.
Quickly, Chyna glanced down. Now she would get a look at him.
She smiled and waited. She was going to see how handsome he was any moment now.
This wonderful man’s face would be revealed to her any second.
She waited with ripe anticipation. What was he going to look like? Okay, any time now.
Chyna held her breath and continued her vigil.
She waited and wanted two things, the orgasm that she’d missed out on earlier and to see his face.
The light crept closer to him. Only a little bit more and she’d see him.
It didn’t matter her neck ached from holding her head up, or that her orgasm was suspended in time, or that she needed air badly because she’d been holding her breath too long.
None of that mattered. Just seeing his face and placing an image to this sexual creature who had her going all animal kingdom in the bed.
With a whoosh, she let her air out only to suck it back in with a quick gasp.
Right then she was bathed in brightness.
As if she had some kind of fairy light that exploded from inside her, sparking rays of whiteness about the room.
It didn’t cast its glow on him so she grunted in frustration.
She still couldn’t see him. Light echoed back at her in a blinding flash of another superb orgasm that ended abruptly when he flipped her over.
“What?” She gasped when her face pushed into the pillow, her place of bliss retreated.
“Ass up, my lovely.” He pulled her hips and she grimaced. Her butt was stuck up in the air and he smacked it smartly. “Perfect. Heart-shaped.”
Heart-shaped? My ass? That’s a first.
He was going to fuck her from behind. She didn’t care if it was in her ass or her pussy. Chyna just wanted to feel him deep inside her, driving fast, hard.
“Are you ready? You’ve wanted this all night, haven’t you?”
Chyna nodded. “Oh yes, yes I have. Fuck me now, you big Irish monster.”
She wiggled her ass and a keening cry filled the room when he impaled her with his thick, long shaft.
She realized the sound was her own voice.
He hit bottom and she wailed both in pain and sheer delight at his rough banging.
He was so big and thick and stretched her pussy walls, filling her perfectly.
They were made for each other. Her faceless man-hunk fucked her. The bed banged on the wall, squeaking loudly with each bone-wrenching thrust from him. The antique feet scraped the floor and she swore the pictures above the bed knocked on the walls in time with the headboard.
Everyone would hear them for sure. She didn’t give a rat’s ass anymore. This faceless man was too perfect for words. Jessie, as she thought of him now, grunted behind her, loud and feral. Chyna’s cries grew higher-pitched with each plunging and deep thrust.
It swept her away. She couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer and squeezed them shut as wave after wave of delight crashed through her.
Chyna whimpered and fell into the pillows, her body a pulsing and quivering mass of limbs and twitching fingers and curled toes.
The convulsions drew out in lovely, sweet ripples and she sagged into the riot of sheets and blankets.
Chyna was beyond content and satisfied. Her only complaint was that she hadn’t seen his face. Again.
“Come, lie by me,” she whispered and patted the mattress beside her before falling into a deep, dreamless sleep as her clit pulsed with rhythmic delight for a few more minutes.
A sharp sound startled her. Like a grunt that made her think a pig was rooting around her bed. With another snort Chyna woke up and blinked in a daze for a minute before realizing it was her own very unladylike snore that woke her. Gawd, good thing she was alone.