The dream began the way it always did. I floated in nothingness, held in Darius’ arms. His feather like wings wrapped around us, protecting me, just as his arms held me to him, comforting me. Normally the dream was peaceful, serene, soothing
This time it was different. This time comfort turned to desire. The arms that held me, now aroused me. His wings shielded us, and for the first time, our nudity was evident to me. Before I had been aware of it, but not on this new level.
His muscular chest rose and fell against my back with each breath he took. His nipples hardened and blazed sensitive trails across my back as I shifted on his lap. His hardness slid between the smooth cheeks of my buttocks, cradling him.
My breath caught in my chest. I wanted him, but how could that be possible. He was my guardian angel, but I wanted him to be my lover.
His lips touched my neck, and slowly, he kissed his way down to my shoulder. I tipped my head to the side, eager to feel the heat of his moist lips on my body.
My hands kneaded his thighs, as I enjoyed the feel of his fingertips playing over my breasts, my stomach, curling in my small patch of pubic hair. I pulled my lip between my teeth, needing to muffle the sound of my moans, not wanting to break the spell his touch was weaving on my senses.
Oh, my god, how I wanted him. How I needed to feel his hands running over me, and they did. His touch was so gentle and tender, but so powerful. He filled my senses, drowning out all other thoughts.
His lips slowly moved their way down my back. I twisted further in his lap, moving to face him, and wrapped my legs about his waist. My hands moved to his broad shoulders, marveling at the flexing of the muscles under such velvety skin. His thighs felt so hard under mine, the muscles tensing.
Fingertips danced about my back, making my skin sensitive to the slightest movement. I caressed my breasts and held them in my hands, offering them to him. His hands settled over my buttocks, caressing each cheek. His lips again settled on my neck, and kissed their way down to my breasts, clasping my hard nipples between the moist flesh one at a time. I had to arch my back, needed more of his touch.
Slowly the tip of his hardness slid inside of me. I welcomed it. Slowly I began to rock on his lap, his hands gripping my hips, guiding me towards pleasure. I wanted faster, harder, but he held back, pacing me, enjoying every second, drawing it out into eternity. My hands caressed my body, feeling the softness of my breasts, the firm toned strength of my stomach, the smooth skin of my legs.
The sensations I was feeling were beyond anything I had ever experienced before. They were more intense, more passionate, and more tender and caring. I felt open to someone in ways never before possible.
I caressed his back, careful not to hurt his wings. A feather drifted against the backs of my hands, feeling almost like silk.
Together we drifted higher and higher. My pulse raced and conscience though grew harder, as all of my senses were focused on his touch.
Gently he lifted me up and down on his hardness, my muscles clenching, trying to hold him deep within. A feeling of wholeness enveloped me.
No longer able to contain them, my moans broke free. Gasps soon followed as I moved against him, searching for fulfillment.
Finally, I orgasmed. Moments later, I felt him pulsing deep inside of me. I collapsed against his chest, confident he would hold me tight. His arms felt so calming, wrapped around me. Quietly, tears of happiness fell from my eyes. I felt so at peace, yet strangely full of energy. That’s where the dream ended, and then I dreamed no more.
The next morning I was hesitant to wake. The aftereffects of the sensuous dream still lingered. Shifting slightly, I rolled my face my pillow. Something tickled my nose. I opened my eyes to see what was annoying me so, and found it to be a single, long white feather, perfect in every last detail.
