She turned herself around on her knees so that I could reach her, and sucked my cock all the way down her throat again. My fingertips swirled around and around her clit…moving down to slide into her…then back up around her clit…over and over again. She moaned and sucked harder, bobbing up and down on my cock faster and faster. I kept switching where I was looking – at her heart-shaped ass with my hand between her legs, my fingers plunging in and out of her, and at the sight of my cock disappearing down her throat. She let out little grunts around my cock at every swirl around her clit every thrust of my fingers into her pussy. Faster and faster, harder and harder. I felt that feeling building again so hard and intense. I quickened my efforts on her clit, and I felt her body start to shake.
“Annie… baby…I’m going to cum…” I gasped, my fingers going wild on her clit. She moaned deep in her throat and sucked even harder and faster on my cock. I felt the first hard surge of cum explode into her mouth, and she swallowed hard and shoved my cock all the way in, her throat muscles massaging the cum out of the head of my cock. The second blast shot straight down her throat, and I felt her shudder and stiffen. She moaned loudly and shook violently, cumming hard herself as the third blast of hot cum boiled up from within me. She swallowed and slurped greedily, milking every last drop from my cock, then slowly letting it slide from between her lips. My hand lightly stroked her ass and lower back as she caught her breath. She turned and looked at me over her shoulder.
“No good, huh?” I asked, teasing, “I’m sorry. I’ll go work on it and get back to you.” I feigned getting out of bed, and she spun around and straddled me, pinning me down. Leaning down, she kissed me softly, but passionately.
“You’re not going anywhere, Mister,” she said with mock sternness, “I’m not finished with you…not by a long shot.”
We started laughing, and held each other, kissing and touching…cuddling…basking in the afterglow. Kissing her again, I said, “Hey, remember when you said that you wanted to go to bed? You told me you were ‘all wiped out’. What happened there? You tired?”
She laughed and looked down, blushing a little. I reached up and brushed the hair from her forehead. “What, babe? What is it?” I asked, caressing her cheek.
“Oh, nothing…I’m just a little embarrassed,” she said, her fingers twirling absently in my chest hair, “See…I wanted…to be close to you…and have you hold me… Oh, hell…I wanted this…I wanted you.” She was blushing furiously and she looked up into my eyes again. “See,” she began tentatively, “I had this dream…”
“That we were making love…” I interrupted, feigning a look like a psychic doing a reading, “and you said ‘your cock feels so good in my pussy’…and you screamed my name when you came. Then you kissed me, and…well, that’s all I’m getting…” Her eyes widened as she propped herself up on her elbow, looking at me with amazement. “Paul…how…how did you…” she began. “You talk in your sleep, sweetheart,” I said, “I’ve seen people do that, but I’ve never heard of anyone cumming in their sleep. Well, not any woman, anyway.”