She has a clear memory of his hard cock pressing against her through his jeans and her dress, and she says he slowly started to kiss his way down her body. Finally, she says, he is kneeling before her. Then she said he spread her legs and lifted her, resting her bottom on the edge of the counter and supporting her legs with his arms, pushing the hem of her dress upwards with his hands and his mouth.She said she was suddenly hot and wet. Then when his tongue had barely touched her clitoris before she thinks he must have been able to feel the shivering in her thighs. She feels a wave of embarrassment but is too overwhelmingly caught up in the moment to care. She’s pretty sure she called his name out at this point for the first time. As he insistently continues to bring her closer and closer to a peak, her upper body arches back, her one of her breasts straining against the fabric of the dress and looks down to see the other breast completely exposed to him as her dress has fallen open. He takes notice and reaches to caress it and gently roll her nipple between his hungry fingers. She said she felt as if she was hit with an electric shock that ran through her as he brought her close to verge of a powerful orgasm. She tells me she almost faints in her dream.
But before she could come though, he stopped and stood up. Wrapping his arms around her, and she wrapping her bare legs around him, her wet pussy pressed against the crotch of his jeans, he pulled her off the counter and leads her, he is completely in control, to our bedroom. She doesn’t quite remember how they both ended up naked, but she has a clear recollection of the clothes pooled around his feet before he pushed her down on her back on our bed. Now lost is her sense of embarrassment in her dream, she reaches for him. Now his cock was probing at the entrance to her lubricated pussy. She told me that because of his size, her wetness allowed him to slip in but only inch by inch as she adjusted to him as he pushed onto her. She said her excitement hit her in little peaks with each push.
Finally he was fully perfectly inside her, as if in reality, like it actually and always had belonged there inside her and as it had been in her previous dreams about him.
She went bright red as she told me this, as if it was an admission of real occurrences. She said that she has never before been able to remember every sensation of these dreams like this dream and says she feels obligated that I know, needs for me to know everything, and needs me to love her for her lustfulness that surrounds it.
She said she could look down to see and feel her tummy rise and fall as his warm hardness filled her up and as he began pushing into her more deeply and more completely. “Oh yes!” she cried out! She says that he really didn’t need any encouragement. There she lay, her legs spread wide, her ample breasts moving in the dimly lit room with every thrust. The sexual atmosphere was electric. Her whole being was focused on the sensation of him now smoothly sliding in and out of her, deeper and deeper, over and over, practically peaking with each stroke.When the time came, she whispered his name. Begged him to cum inside her. She says that the dream was so intense that it was actually real as she felt him plunging into her over and over. She could feel the heat of his cum spurting deep inside her, the throbbing pulse of it filling her with a satisfying warmth.She said she couldn’t wait, even needed to tell me about it. She told me she wanted to make sure is was I ok with what he had done with her.