Fantasy or Reality

That night, as I lay in bed, I had another dream. I was sleeping, in my bed as I was now. Weird.

(I felt his touch. Moving the hair from my face and shoulders. Atlas kissed my ear. A growl came from his throat. He planted more down my neck. Onto my shoulder. Right where my birthmark was. A little heart. I felt a lick, and a nibble. A moan escaped my lips. And then another growl came from him. He bit my shoulder hard, but enough for it to be pleasurable, as he slid his arm around my waist, reaching below my t shirt, and sliding his hands up to cup my breasts. He massaged. Kneaded. And pinched my nipples. I turned over, laying on my back to give him more room to work my body. And he planted an aggressive kiss to my lips.

We laid there, our tongues mingling, getting breathless. Lost in the passion of his touch. He bit my lip. Sucked. And I returned his act in kind. The moment seemed to last forever before he pulled away and whispered in my ear. “Little one, I will give you more if you let me.” He kissed my neck again. “Please say yes”. I looked into those blue eyes of his as I let the word escape from my lips. Wanting to remember this moment forever. “Yes”.

With a rumble in his chest, me moved on top of me. He was wearing nothing but boxers in this moment. He kissed and licked me from my nose down to my panties. Pulled them down with his teeth. And, once they were down far enough, he ran his hands down my legs, one by one, until the white laced panties were shed from my body and dropped to the floor. He planted kisses on my feet. Moving up further. When he reached my knees, he pulled my thighs apart, opening me to him.

He placed his palm on my pussy. Rubbing his thumb between my folds. And then he found that little nub I refused to touch on my own. He had started off gently. Slowly. Moving in circles. An ache began. He slowly picked up his pace and I moaned. He didn’t relent. And my back began to arch on the bed. I gripped the sheets, bracing myself as the pressure began to grow. And when I couldn’t take it anymore, he stopped. I looked at him then, a whimper escaping my lips. And the look in his eyes said that was all the permission he needed.

I jumped at the contact of his lips on me. Then I sighed as his tongue licked my center. He slowly took care of each part of my fold before he began sucking and teasing that little bead of pleasure. My world began to spin. I squeeze my eyes shut. White streaks of lighting flashing in the dark of my mind. I needed my release. “Atlas, please. I’m…” I started to say. He cut me off “I know little one, you’ll get there. But not before I’m ready. Take a deep breath. This may hurt”. He began massaging that spot again. With a quick pace. Bringing me closer and closer to the edge. And then the sharp pain I felt was nothing like I ever experienced. I feel like I’m being torn apart. It’s too much. But at the same time the pressure I had been feeling exploded out of me. I was breathless. I began to whimper in pain and his lips crashed against mine. And he began moving slowly, taking away the pain. And then pleasure followed. We continued to move together, breathing fast, heartbeats racing, until we both had found our release. Laying there. Together. Still attached, I drifted off to sleep.)

I woke up when the light was shining through the curtains. I felt sore all over my body. I went to take a shower and get ready for work. Still sore as hell. Especially below. But ignored the feelings I was having. I had the best dream I could possibly have. I walked out of the apartment, not even noticing the red stains left on the sheets.