Only in my dreams

Her head tilts back and a low moan escapes from her mouth. My mouth goes right back to the side of her neck, kissing and sucking. “God, her hair smells incredible,” I think to myself. Slowly, my lips move toward the front of her body. I can feel her deep breathing from the gradual movement of her chest. When my lips finally reach her fleshy cleavage, I know I am totally consumed with her. With my hands firmly on her waist my lips kiss their way over her breasts. My tongue slides down between her cleavage as my hands move up, cupping her firm breasts in my palms. Her neck, her skin, her soft breasts, “Marissa, Marissa, Marissa.” I am lost in her. Nothing in the world exists at this moment but her. 

I drift to my knees in front of her, worshiping my Princess. My hands gently wrap around both of her ankles as I gaze up at her face. She is looking down at me, her eyes smoldering with desire. Our eyes continue their contact as my fingers slowly glide up the sides of her legs. Feathering over her calves, over her knees, then around to the front of her thighs where my hands meet her dress. My hands continue to slide up her body, over her waist and belly, then up to her breasts, cupping my palms around their fullness. She places her own hands over mine and licks her luscious lips at me confirming that they belong to me now. We simply gaze at each other for a moment, both of our desires growing with passion. Then quickly she throws my touch from her and with one rapid motion, grabs the hem of her dress and lifts it over her head. With the sight of her complete nakedness my body seems to collapse into itself and I slump to the sand. Playfully, she wraps the black material around the back of my neck and pulls me toward her as she takes a step at a time backward. Willingly, I heed her silent command and crawl toward her. Finally, when her body stops, her back is leaning against the cool rocks. I, too, stop crawling. My head immediately moves down toward her feet and I place a hand on her foot as my lips kiss the top of her other foot. As my lips begin to kiss their way up her ankle then over the inside of her knee, my hands lift her other foot off the ground. As if she was reading my mind, she swings her leg over my shoulder. Kissing just above her knee now, the crashing waves cease to exist anymore. All I hear is her, moaning and panting as my lips move farther and farther up the inside of her thigh. When I reach the halfway point, my head turns to the other thigh as my hands slide behind her and hold her firm buttocks. Slowing down my pace, I begin to kiss my way up the other leg. When I reach the top of her leg, my tongue protrudes from my mouth and I lick the soft skin that I find there. I want to see her face right now, yet I don’t want to pull my mouth away from her body. I imagine her eyes are closed and she is totally consumed with desire. She doesn’t make a sound besides her heavy breathing but I know her mind is begging me to eat her up. Though, I continue to tease her, sucking at the top of her leg, my head dizzy from her sweet scent. 

When she can’t stand the torture anymore, she lets out a little yelp then grips my shoulders with her hands. My head backs away from her body, I need to see her face just once. I need to see her eyes, her pouting lips. I drink in her face for just a moment as my hands grip slightly at her round butt, steadying her. My eyes drift down her body and focus on my every desire. I slowly move my head forward, every part of my being drinking her in. My tongue slides from my mouth and the tip touches her moist nether lips. My tongue dips into her ever so slightly and I taste her nectar for the very first time. It’s as sweet as brandy and I am drunk from just one sip. My tongue then begins to dance up and down along her wet lips with the slightest bit of penetration with each upward motion. Her breathing has quickened and I slide my hands out from behind her. With my fingers, I open her up like the petals of a flower and then wrap my lips around her swollen bud. She begins to squeal as I suck her little bud into my mouth. Then, using only my lips, I gnaw at her clitoris until I can feel the entire weight of her body on my shoulder. My tongue swirls around her clitoris and I know she is melting. Though I am the one on my knees, she is the one that is worshiping me now with every moan and every squeal from her lips. With this knowledge and power over her, I drive two fingers inside her, my tongue still playing a tune on her engorged clit. My fingers slide in and out of her sweet core. I wiggle them deep inside her in search of that special spot that I know will drive her out of her mind. When her hips begin to buck I know I’ve found it and so my fingers begin to stroke her insides. The tip of my tongue taps and teases her clitoris. I’m sending her over the edge and I love every part of it. When her squealing begins to crescendo I suck her bud hard into my mouth. I feel her body tense then she erupts like a volcano, her juices sliding down my hand. My ears are ringing from the sound of her voice squealing my name in praise and I feel the gush of my own orgasm vibrating through my body. My arms wrap around her legs and hold her up as her body spasms in orgasm. When the shaking subsides, her body slides to the ground. Her eyes lock onto mine and her hands hold my face. Her tongue reaches for my lips and then licks them ever so gently. As she sucks on my tongue, I close my eyes, “Marissa, Marissa, Marissa.”

The ringing in my ears has returned. “Ring, ring.” Then a low echo, “Marissa, Marissa.” I open my eyes and I am in my bed, alone. The phone is ringing annoyingly. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I sit up and hear my recorded message answering the caller. After the beep, I hear a sultry voice, “Hi, honey. It’s me. Call me when you wake up. Pleasant dreams.”
“Marissa.” I whisper to myself.