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.”
Chapter 15
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.