Better Than Dreaming

Bridget Bellecerise
10 mins read
Published over 1 year ago

My eyes slowly open. It’s still dark outside but I’m wide awake now. The memory of a gasp as a perfectly thick cock was thrust inside me is trickling away, leaving me buzzing. My nipples are twisted into points. I reach down and feel a slickness between my thighs. 

Sigh. Turn over. 

His sleeping form is a mountain next to me. The heat coming off of him protects me against the chilly night air drifting in through the open window. He doesn’t usually sleep over, but I don’t mind sharing my bed every once in a while.  

My hand is still between my legs, absentmindedly stroking my pussy. My clit aches as the last waves of my dream wash over me. The imprint of the heavy, strange body on mine, the face of a man I can’t quite place as he’s driving his cock into me, the sound of my cries that went unvoiced have faded. I have never come from my sexy dreams, but I can always finish myself off, if I’m lucky enough to be awakened by them. 

I take a moment, relishing the feel of the fall breeze playing across my bare breasts. It rustles my hair slightly, dragging it across my collarbone. Should I move my fingers more or try to fall back asleep? Would it be weird to touch myself next to him? 

I look back at him, stroking myself with more intention now, using the other hand to tease my nipple. His chest is rising and falling steadily with every gentle breath, his perfect lips slightly parted. The moonlight illuminates his jawline, his slight scruff. 

I think I can pull it off. 

Anyway, by the way my fingers are working I don’t see myself stopping on his behalf. 

I take my favorite pose, turning over onto my stomach, right leg hiked high so I can use my dominant hand and grind into the mattress with my hips. I lick my fingers and start to run my highlight reel through my head—most scenes starring him as of late—and begin drawing circles around my clit with my strong middle finger. 

His auburn head between my thighs. A hot, wet tongue changing seamlessly between firm and sharp to soft and caressing. His big, knobby fingers are filling both my holes and I feel so warm. I am tightening around him. Shudders radiate up and all the way out of my fingers and toes. He sucks me in and I moan, pushing myself into him. I grasp the sheets and arch my back, panting. He waits until I’m still and looks up at me, grinning wickedly at my flushed cheeks. The look in his dark eyes makes me laugh breathlessly and bite my lip.

My breathing, damp against the pillow, gets heavier, my hips are moving in a slow, careful circle. I think he shifts against me. I hold still for a moment, but then my mind flicks to the next scene:

I’m watching his perfect ass in the mirror as he pumps his cock into me. It’s flexing rhythmically, my legs are hooked around his, and I can see my hands clawing into his back, leaving trails of pink flesh. He’s crying my name into the nape of my neck. My slick is making his cock slide deeper and deeper. I tilt myself up to him. I feel it twitch—he’s so close. He drives into me hard and I squeeze him over and over again.

He turns over in his sleep.


I pause to and glance up to see that his eyes are still closed. My hips are still working against my fingers, grinding desperately now. My pussy tightens and I arch my back, lifting my hips so that I can reach deep inside and drag my wetness across my swollen clit.

I close my eyes again.

I see him below me, his chest heaving, my fingers wrapped around his neck, pinning him to the bed. I reach back with my other hand to caress his balls, feel them contract. His face is twisted in ecstasy and I grind into him harder, commanding him to come. His eyes and mouth open with a gasp and I feel him pump into me. I’m screaming when his heat fills me up.

I feel his body shift closer to mine, his warmth is closer to my skin. His breath tickles the hair behind my ear. He groans a little, and I slow down but keep touching myself, too close to care if he catches me. I pulse with each fantasized thrust, gasping into the pillow. I bite my lip and screw my eyes shut, feeling my orgasm echo through my entire body. 

I’ve lost myself totally. My hips rock and circle, legs tense. I feel his rough hand covering my lower back. He slides it down toward my ass. I pause, surprised by his touch.

“Don’t stop on my account,” he murmurs into my ear. He continues his path downwards, dipping his fingers into my pussy from behind. I whine and arch even more, making him go deeper. I squeeze myself around him to hold him there, and start to come again, bucking against my fingers and his. 

His hard cock is hot and pressing into me and I turn onto my side to let him enter me from behind. His wet fingers trace their way up my body to caress my breasts and the thick tip of his cock slips inside me, just barely. 

“Oh fuck,” he moans. He fits into me so easily—I’m wide open and gushing. I’ve come twice already, but I’m still begging for more. He teases me, holds me in place, pressing himself slowly and patiently inside. 

I love the feeling of his hard body carving into my back, his long arms and wide shoulders enveloping me, making me feel small, like he could swallow me up. He pulls my top leg up with his free hand, hooking it back around his firm thigh. The angle of his cock reaches impossibly deep, stroking against my g-spot where each nerve is already thrumming. 

I’m so sensitive—my clit feels white hot, so I relax and enjoy the sensations as he uses me. His deep voice fills the space behind me. His breath is moving his body rhythmically while his hand outlines my soft curves. He traces my collarbone, runs his thumb up each ridge in my neck, then his fingers lace softly underneath my jaw. I know what he wants—I push my neck against his hand.

“Yeah,” I whisper, “Please.”

His grip tightens and I gasp, loving the precariousness of feeling the blood fighting its way up to my head. He’s smart, not squeezing too tightly yet, waiting for the right moment. His cock is still moving at a slow, steady pace, hypnotizing me. It’s late enough, so dark, the night air so calm, that all of this feels unreal. He could be the stranger from my dream, his face unrecognizable behind me, I could be anyone in his hands.

But it is unmistakably him, the contours of his cock inside me, the voice trailing over my neck, whispering filthy things that send shocks of pleasure through my body. The darkness makes me more aware of the sounds we make together, how I can feel each breath he takes moving the air over my neck, my breasts. I reach back to grab his ass and push him deeper inside of me, opening as wide as I can to let all of him in. 

He shudders, a gasp catching in his throat, and I feel his cock contract. He tightens his grip around my throat and shoves himself hard into me, his tip reaching my limit. I cry out when I feel his hot come fill me up, pulsing my pussy to take it all in. 

He unfurls his hand from my neck, dragging tensed fingers that leave a trail of sparks down my body and stops at my ass. He flips me back onto my stomach and roughly pulls my hips up. 

“I’m not done with you,” he growls, his lips inches from my pussy. 

His hands are pulling me apart, his mouth on anything he can reach, moving hungrily. I cry into the pillow and claw at the sheets; the feeling is almost too intense to handle, but I’m pressing into his face for more. He stops suddenly, pulling back.

“Don’t move,” he says. “Just coming up for air.” 

I moan, moving my hips back so he can easily reach every part of me. I feel his first two fingers slip into me easily, while his other hand gently massages my clit. I’m melting into the mattress, back arched to the point of breaking. 

“Don’t. Move.”

I feel his weight disappear from the bed for a moment, some rustling, then his cock is caressing my impossibly wet pussy. He’s hard again, teasing me with his swollen head, pressing slowly, barely into me over and over again. I whine and try to push him further, but he holds my hips still. 

Suddenly, I hear a familiar buzzing, and my vibrator replaces his cock, sending waves through my body. I jerk with surprise and then press back into it for more. He’s sliding easily over my swollen clit, my slick folds, holding my ass with his other hand so I can’t move. He’s having so much fun exploring me that all I can do is open up and take it, and soon my pussy clenches again.

“Can I come, daddy?” I beg. 

“Wait.” His voice is a sharp arrow through the still air. He reaches down and grabs my face, turning it so that I can see his silhouette in the dark. He pushes his fingers into my mouth and makes me taste my juices. “Be patient, baby.”

He pulls my vibe away and I whine and then scream as he thrusts his cock fully into me. I’m gasping into the mattress, eyes screwed shut, trying to take in the sensations—my pussy squeezes around his thick cock, God I’m wet, and my vibe sends quick shocks into my clit, to the walls of my pussy. I’m slamming my ass back into his hips, opening wide, screaming, “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

A hard slap to my ass stings my skin. He holds my vibrator against me, and I bury my face in the pillow. It’s so intense against my swollen, fucked pussy that my eyes start to water.

Then his mouth is on me, his fingers filling both my holes and I tighten around him, pushing back, greedy for more, more, more. Suddenly I’m coming again. My pussy squeezes so deep that I can feel the shudders in my chest.

I feel a trickle between my breasts and reach up to wipe away a stream of our juices from my body. I push him back onto the bed and straddle him, sliding down his chest so he can feel how fucking wet he’s made me.

Now it’s my turn to make him come. Hard.

I wrap my fingers around his cock and guide it into me, sit all the way down on him. 

“Grind on me, baby,” he says.

“Hush.” I stick two fingers into his mouth. “Suck me.”

He does, swirling his tongue between them, groaning as I ride him. He closes his eyes and I grind into his hips with one foot on the floor so I can go harder and harder. He groans louder and I pull my fingers out, digging my nails into his chest.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I wanna come,” he says. “Please.”

“Fill me up, daddy. Do it.” I bounce on him, faster and faster and his face twists in ecstasy and I feel him come again, the heat radiating through my body. I collapse on him, both of us panting, damp with sweat.

He strokes my back lightly, the nighttime breeze dancing over us. Our breathing slows to a peaceful pace.

“It was a good dream, then?” He’s smiling. 

I roll off of him and nestle into his shoulder. 

“The reality was better.”

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In His Head
The Training Session
The Visitor

Written by
Bridget Bellecerise

Bridget Bellecerise keeps herself busy by conquering the mountains and men of Colorado. While she doesn’t like being told what to do when her clothes are on, it’s a different story in the bedroom. She draws her inspiration from her adventures in dating and the hot fantasies that occupy her mind.