Authors: Jean-Luc Cheri
My hand slid softly up and down his length,
caressing him. At the head, I let my thumb slip around it, tracing
along the ridge. At the bottom, my hand hefted his balls, feeling
them slide loosely around in his sack.
Taking a deep breath, I moved my hand to his
waistband and slid my fingers under it. I finally got to feel the
skin of Shane’s cock against my hand. It was warm, and I felt the
hardening stiffness underneath. I slid over it, loving the feel of
how it responded to my touch, arching up rigidly, as if begging for
more.
I curled my fingers around the shaft, and it
felt huge in my grip. Bigger than Joey’s, and yes, even bigger than
Tony’s. My thumb rolled over the sensitive spot below the tip, and
the shaft jerked softly in my hand, obviously enjoying the
sensation.
Shane’s breathing stopped, and he kinda
snorted and coughed. I released him and pulled my hand out of his
pants, making sure to let the elastic waistband down gently. I
readjusted the blanket covering him and sat back.
He slowly came awake, his eyes fluttering
open. When he saw me sitting so close, a look of concern came over
him.
“Erica? What’s wrong?”
I gave him my best sad eyes. “I had a bad
dream.”
He sat up, keeping the blanket over his lap.
“A dream about what?”
I shrugged. “I can’t remember. It was just
bad and I woke up scared.”
He held out his arm to his side. “Come up
here.”
I moved up on the couch, and he pulled me in.
I was pressed against his side as I laid my head against his
shoulder.
“You can’t remember it?” he asked.
“Just vaguely.”
“Tell me.”
“I don’t know. In the dream I was younger,
and it was like there was someone in my room.” His body tensed.
“And then,” I continued, “you came in and
chased him away. But I was still scared so you held me.” His body
relaxed again.
“It was only a dream, honey.”
“But I was so scared. Thank you for coming
and saving me.”
He grinned. “I do my best.”
“Remember how you used to hold me when I was
younger?
He gave me a puzzled look. “How?”
“When we used to watch tv together and I
would fall asleep on top of you?”
He smiled. “Oh yeah. You were smaller
then.”
“That’s how you held me in my dream, and
that’s how I fell back asleep.”
“That sounds nice.”
“It was. Hold me that way now.”
His eyes opened slightly in alarm. “Erica,
you’re too old to be held like that.”
“I know, but I’m still scared. Just this
once?”
“I don’t think–”
I didn’t give him a chance to answer. Holding
onto his neck, I swung myself around, lifting my knee over his legs
and straddling his waist, pushing the blanket out of the way in the
same motion. My hips settled down on his crotch, and my arms clung
tightly around his neck as my head rested on his bare chest, turned
to the side.
“Erica,” he said, his hands firmly on my
shoulders, trying to push me off. “There’s no reason for you to be
scared. It was only a dream.”
I clung tighter to him. My bare midriff
against his stomach, and my panty covered pussy pressed against the
front of his gym shorts, two thin piece of material separating our
flesh. He had lost most of his hardness, but I still felt it under
me, warm and thick. So good.
“Just for a while, Shane,” I said, snuggling
my face into his neck. “Just for a while,” I repeated softly.
“Ok honey.” He gave up trying to resist me
and laid back, letting his hands rest on the small of my back.
We lay like that for several minutes, and I
felt so warm and safe in his embrace. He relaxed too, and I felt
his erection subside.
“I used to love to fall asleep on you this
way,” I said, my breath warm on his neck. “Remember that?”
“I remember,” he said softly.
“I would lie like this and smell your
cologne, and it made me feel so good.” I lifted my head and
breathed in his scent, my nose tickling at his skin. I shifted my
weight slightly, sliding my hips against his.
“I remember,” he repeated. I felt his cock
stirring again.
I glanced up at him. His eyes were closed,
and his face had a relaxed contented look.
I shifted again, as if I was getting
comfortable, sliding the silk of my panties over his growing bulge.
His eyes remained closed, but he took a deep breath.
“And when I fell asleep,” I whispered, “you
would carry me up to my bed, and lay me in it. Covering me with my
blankets.”
“Mmm,” he breathed.
“You know what I used to wish, Shane?”
Another shift. His cock was almost fully hard now.
“What’s that baby?”
“I used to wish that you would climb in bed
with me, and hold me in your arms all night.”
“Mmm, that would have been nice.”
I pressed my face into his neck,
concentrating on the feeling of the base of his hard cock against
the groove of my pussy.
“You want to know a secret, honey?” His voice
was soft and husky.
“Yes, Shane?”
“When you used to fall asleep on me, I
wouldn’t take you to your bed right away. I liked the way you felt
on me, so I would lie there for a while, just feeling your weight
on me. You made me feel safe and warm.”
“Mmm, that’s so nice. Do I feel good now?” I
pressed my hips down on him.
“You feel fantastic.”
“Good,” I whispered, “That’s all I want to
do. Make you feel good.” I hunched softly down against him,
pressing my clit against his rigid shaft. I sighed.
He breathed deep again. “Is my holding you
helping you, honey? Do you feel better?”
“Oh, yes. I don’t remember ever feeling this
good. I’ve wanted you to hold me like this for a long time.”
He was quiet as his hands began to move on my
back, tracing his fingertips up my spine and back down, teasing at
the top of my ass cleft. I sighed and softly wiggled my hips.
“When I would put you to bed…” he said and
then stopped.
“Yes?”
“I wanted the same thing you did. I wished I
could have climbed under the covers and held you in my arms.”
“Mmm, I would have loved that. We could have
made each other feel good, like we are now.”
I was moving on him, pressing and releasing
my pussy against his hard cock. I could tell the front of my
panties was soaked. His hands finally made up their mind, and slid
down to cup my ass cheeks, pressing me harder against him.
I lifted my head and moaned, and when I
opened my eyes, he was staring at me.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.
I smiled softly at him and leaned forward.
Our lips met and we gently kissed. My breath hitched as one of my
fantasies came true, and his lips moved against mine.
I pulled back and stared at him with sultry
eyes, wanting to take in his whole face. I leaned forward again and
kissed him harder, our tongues finally meeting and intertwining
with each other. His long fingers curled under my ass, and I felt
him pressing against my pussy lips.
“Ohhhhh,” I moaned. “Feels so good. I’ve
wanted this for so long.”
“Me too,” he whispered between kisses, “Oh
god, I can’t believe I’m finally able to admit it.”
I smiled. “Me either. I feel like this is a
dream.”
“If it is, it’s the best dream I’ve ever
had.”
I hunched down against him harder, my clit
feeling like a stiff little cock as it rubbed up and down his
steely length. When I looked up at him, he was staring at my
breasts, as they bounced gently in my shirt.
“See anything you like?” I said with a
grin.
“Oh yeah.”
I sat slightly back and pulled up my shirt.
It came up half way, and the hem was now right below my areola,
exposing the round underside of my breast. I leaned forward so that
my still-hidden stiff nipple was right in front of his mouth. The
look of lust on his face almost made me come right there.
“Oh god,” he whispered.
I leaned forward and his tongue flicked at me
through the thin cotton. My nipple surged to full hardness, tenting
out the now damp cloth even further. He leaned in to take it into
his mouth, and I pulled the shirt up, allowing my nipple to pop
free just in time for his lips to close around it.
My head arched back as the exquisite
sensation of Shane’s mouth on my breast surged through me.
“Ghhhhh,” I groaned. “Yessssss.”
His suction kept me firmly in his mouth as
his tongue lapped against the rubbery bud. Another wave of juice
pulsed through my pussy.
After a few moments he pushed up the other
half of my shirt and treated the other nipple to the same pleasure.
It felt like every nerve ending in my body was on overload. I broke
the contact between his lips and my breasts, and laid down against
his chest, my face once again pressed into his neck.
“You ok honey?” he asked.
“I’m perfect.”
“Oh, ok. You just stopped there.”
I nuzzled into his neck without replying.
“What is it, honey?” he said curiously.
“Shane,” I whispered into his neck, “don’t
you know?”
“Tell me.”
“I’ve fallen asleep,” I whispered, “and now
it’s time for you to take me to bed.”
He carried me up like he always did, his
hands under my ass and my arms around his neck with my head resting
on his shoulder. He passed my room and took me to his. When he laid
me down on the bed, I held him tight, and for the first time he lay
down with me, joining me in the bed. Another dream had come
true.
We lay there and kissed for several minutes,
just holding each other. It was as if we were waiting for the dream
to be over, and we would wake up and realize it never happened.
But finally he pulled away and tugged my
shirt over my head, allowing my breasts to breathe free again. He
hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties, and I lifted my
hips so he could pull them down over my legs.
When I was naked, I moved to my knees and
pushed his shorts down over his hips. The waistband caught on the
head of his cock, and I had to pull it over it. When I did, his
dick arched out, hard and proud, pointing right up at my face. I
took it in my small hand and we kissed again.
I urged him backwards, and he sat back
against the pillows on the headboard. I followed him, moving to
straddle his hips. My hand curled around his cock again, holding it
as my pussy pressed against the base. I felt the length of his rock
hard shaft spread my outer lips and glide along the slick inner
folds.
My hands slid up around his neck, and I laid
my head on his chest again. I had recreated the position we were in
on the couch, except this time we were naked.
His hands found my ass again, and held me to
him. I sighed as he moved me on his cock, sliding my slick slit up
and down against the hard ridge of his dick, coating it with my
lubrication.
I sucked at the skin of his neck, and he
moaned in pleasure. We moved this way for several minutes, enjoying
the closeness that we had desired for so long.
I lifted my head and we kissed, and I
whispered, “This is where I belong. In your arms.”
“It’s where you’ve always belonged,
honey.”
“Shane?”
“Yes?”
“Do you want to fuck me?”
He smiled softly. “I want that very much,
baby.”
“I need you inside of me.” I kissed him
again, as my nipples rubbed across the hair on his chest.
I slid my hand between us and took his
beautiful cock in my hand. Lifting my hips, I placed the swollen
head at my slick entrance, moving it in small circles to coat it
with my honey. I pressed down, lodging it against my tight inner
ring.
My hand returned to his neck, and I watched
his face. His eyes were closed in a contented expression.
“Watch me,” I said softly.
His eyes opened, and he smiled when he saw me
looking at him.
I concentrated on his eyes as I began to
press down on him. I watched the tics of pleasure flicker across
his face as his swollen head began to spread me open, slowly
pushing through my tight pink cuntal mouth.
I groaned as I felt the ridge of his cockhead
pop past the ring of entrance muscles, and my pussy lathered his
cockskin with a heavy layer of lubrication. My mouth sagged open in
stunned pleasure as his cock burrowed slowly into me, spreading my
delicate cunt walls with his steely blood-engorged flesh.
“Oh,” I moaned, “It’s so good.”
Down I went, my tight, milking walls
enveloping his raging hardness, molding down around him like warm
flowing honey, taking his flesh into mine. His hands were on my
ass, but he allowed me to set my own pace.
Finally, I felt the thick base of his cock
spread my pussy entrance even further, as his cock head bumped deep
inside me. I was completely full, stuffed with the hot solid flesh
of his cock.
I sighed as I collapsed against him, wanting
to enjoy the moment before beginning to fuck in earnest.
“So good baby,” he whispered.
“Hold me. I want to be in your arms
forever.”
I looked up at him and began moving, sliding
my hips upward, drawing him out. My pussy reached the knob of his
pulsating hardness, and I slid back down, sheathing him in my snug
warmth.
“Ahhhh,” he moaned, his hand gripping my ass
harder.
“Shane?”
“Yes baby?”
“When I fucked other guys, I thought about
you.” I slowly moved on him, rising and falling, taking him deep
into my soft wet cunt and then drawing him out, over and over.
“And I thought about you too,” he said, “when
I was with other women.”
“You did?”
“Yes.”
“Did you think of me when you fucked
Beth?”
His eyes opened wide and he stared at me.
I smiled at him.