In My Dreams by Lynn Davis

him again. He bucked into her hand immediately.
    “Please, James. Please...”
    “ Take that off,” he said gruffly, seemingly ignoring her pleas.
    She arched and shuddered as he hit a particularly sweet spot, then ripped her blue nightgown off as quickly as humanly possible.

“Now,” he taunted, his breath fanning out over her left breast. “What's that you were asking me?”
    She bit down on her lip harder and exhaled sharply he gave her taut nipple a firm lick before sucking it between his full lips.
    “Please, James. You know what I want...F-fuck...”
    “ You're a big girl now, Destiny,” he said with a soft smile. He kissed the hand that stroked his hair and face.
    “ You want something from me; you know how to ask, don't you?”
    He slid two fingers into her and quickened his pace. From a distance, she heard a soft, quiet chuckle. God, she loved the way he made her feel, almost as much as she loved his music.
    She turned to face him again, knowing that part of it was that she needed to look at him, that the next part was as much her pleasure as it was his, the begging, the pleading, the heightened sense of need in her words.
    “ Please, fuck me. I want to feel you inside me.”
    Faster still his fingers worked, with her hips following just a second behind.
    “Ahh God, please, James, p-please give it to me, and please give me that hard...” Nothing but a gasp followed.
    “ But you're so close. You sure you want to switch it up now?”
    “ Fuck me,” she managed to hiss. “Now!”
    He slowly pulled his fingers out of the slick, clenching heat of her pussy and slid them into his mouth. He smiled when her eyes seemed to melt with hunger, and her hands ran down her body to tug her panties off.
    James reached behind his neck and peeled off his t-shirt. The second it was lifted off his torso, her mouth was on his chest and her hands were undoing his belt.
    “ Shit,” he groaned and cupped the back of her head when her tongue began tracing the tattoos swirling on side of his torso.
    She turned him over, pressing his back to the bed and stepping off it just long enough to pull his shoes, socks, jeans and boxer briefs off. Before he could think or push himself further up the bed, she was straddling his hips and guiding him to her entrance. It almost felt too good, her slick walls clenched preemptively, and she forced herself to relax so that she could take him all in. Finally, with a moan of triumph she settled on him, buried to the hilt in two strokes.
    “Ugh...fuck, Destiny, I missed this tight pussy,” he groaned when she rotated her hips and dug her nails into his chest. “That’s it sweetheart, grind on it.”
    “ How do you mean, baby boy?” she teased. “You mean like this?” She moved her hips forwards and backwards, as if the lower half of her body was a rowing machine. “Or like this?” she asked, making tight circles and squeezing him from within.
    He bit down on his bottom lip and grasped the feminine curve of her hips in his large hands to pull her tighter to him.
    “Can't hear you, baby boy. Which one do you like? Or maybe,” she hissed, “you like it better when I go up and down?”
    Her body demonstrated, sliding up to the tip of his teeming cock and then sitting back down, taking him completely into her body. He showed he liked it by grasping her full breasts in each hand, thumbing the nipples and then squeezing them the way her tight body was squeezing him. His hips rocked into hers, so that soon their bodies were crashing into each other with the practiced precision of long time lovers.
    “ Yes, yes, yes, yes...fuck me; make me come, make me feel it...”
    He sat up, getting balance with arm braced behind him, while he grasped her ass firmly with his free hand. She wrapped her arms around his neck and rode him faster, harder, the bed bouncing beneath their weight. Her rhythm only faltered when he sucked hard and deep on her breasts, alternating between the two with a growing