Sweet Dreams

by Schlosser, Jamie

  “Then let’s do it already.”

  Our hands were a blur of groping and grabbing as we undid buttons, slid pants off, and tossed all our clothing to the floor.

  Jeff’s cock bobbed between us as he backed me up to the bed. A sliver of apprehension entered my mind when I saw how big it was. I mean, I figured it was a good size, but seeing it unrestrained was intimidating.

  I wrapped my hand around it, just to test the girth by feel, and yeah. Huge.

  A hiss escaped Jeff when I stroked from the base to the tip.

  “You can’t do that to me just yet,” he said, sounding pained. “Let me take care of you first.”

  His palm flattened between my breasts as he pushed me down on to my back. My eyes roamed his defined abs and the shoulder muscles that were bigger than they were when I first met him.

  I’d seen him without a shirt on before. The fraternity had thrown a couple luaus last September when it was still warm.

  But, since then, Jeff had filled out.

  As his body loomed over mine, I couldn’t help touching his biceps and pecs. My hand glided over his smooth skin and the light dusting of chest hair. Trailing down, my fingers just made it to his happy trail when he caught my wrist.

  “You first,” he reminded me, scooting down on the bed until his face was level with my pussy. “If I do something you don’t like, tell me.”

  With every word he spoke, his breath ghosted over my sensitive flesh, and I almost moaned. My center was hot and aching. It felt swollen, and it wouldn’t stop pulsing.

  When Jeff’s thumb lightly circled my clit, my body jerked. The soft touch was nice, but I needed more.

  I was about to tell him he didn’t have to be so careful when he shocked the hell out of me—without warning, two thick fingers slid into my tight channel.

  He didn’t go fast, but it wasn’t slow either.

  I whimpered as he stretched me. His fingers retreated before going back inside, deeper this time. When he curled them up, my back arched, and a whine came from somewhere in my throat.

  That was a noise I’d never made before.

  The motions of his thumb on my clit didn’t stop, so I was being stimulated inside and out.

  “Good?” Jeff rasped.

  As if he needed to ask.

  Letting out a strangled confirmation, I nodded.

  The pressure on my clit both sped up and increased, and I got so soaked that every time Jeff did that upward motion with his fingers, my pussy made a scandalous wet sound.

  The dual sensations were almost too much, but I didn’t want him to stop. He was hitting a place I’d never been able to get to myself.

  I could feel my body racing toward the end goal.

  And it’d only been a couple minutes, at most.

  Through heavy-lidded eyes, I gazed at the sight before me. Jeff’s broad shoulders were keeping my legs wide open. His lips were parted, and his face was flushed as he stared at my most intimate place.

  He was just as turned on as I was.

  His free hand snaked up my stomach and his warm palm closed over my breast. Kneading the flesh, he pinched my nipple. It sent a zing through my abdomen, straight to the place between my legs.

  I moaned.

  Sweat broke out on my forehead. My body started to shake, and I couldn’t seem to get enough air.

  When Jeff replaced his thumb with his mouth, I was done. He sucked on my clit in a pulsing rhythm, and when he groaned against my flesh, the vibrations set me off.

  My inner muscles clenched so hard, I screamed as my thighs closed around Jeff’s head like a vise. Maybe I was hurting him. Maybe people in the dorm could hear me. Maybe the world was ending.

  I didn’t care.

  I wasn’t aware of anything other than the fact that the spasming was so intense, it straddled the line between pleasure and pain. Throwing my head back, I gritted my teeth as the orgasm tapered off.

  And then there was just a sense of peace. Every muscle in my body suddenly turned to goo. My arms lay limply at my sides, and a smile spread over my face.

  I hadn’t even realized Jeff had crawled up my body until he said, “Open your eyes, Ash.”

  Doing as he said, I looked up at him. His grin was wide and handsome, and his hair was attractively disheveled.

  “I’m the luckiest girl in the world,” I panted.

  “We’re both lucky.” Picking up my hand, he linked our fingers. His smile faded as his face got serious. “I can’t believe you’re mine. I want it to always be like this with us.”

  My only response was a whimper, because he pulled his fingers from inside me. I was temporarily disappointed by the loss, but the thick head of his cock took their place.

  I was so slippery, the tip easily slid in.

  Jeff and I both moaned.

  Blowing out a ragged sigh, he paused to give me a soft kiss. “Ready?”

  “Ready,” I replied, still short of breath from coming just seconds before.

  Placing our intertwined hands above my head, he shifted his body to fit his hips against mine.

  Then he surged forward.

  I gasped, and he groaned.

  I felt a stretch and a sting, but Jeff was right there to soothe the pain. Kissing down my jaw, he latched onto my neck. My favorite spot, right below my ear.

  He began rubbing my clit again while pumping into me with slow, shallow strokes. He wasn’t all the way in, and I could tell he was holding back because he didn’t want to hurt me. But the worst of it was already over. The initial burning had turned into a pleasant warmth.

  “Okay,” I breathed out, bringing my hand up to hold onto his shoulder.

  He stopped and lifted his head. “Okay, what?”

  “Go faster. Harder.”

  Shutting his eyes, his expression held a bit of pain and relief. When he looked at me again, we locked eyes as he gave a deep thrust. It was so forceful, my body scooted up on the mattress.

  My mouth popped open, but no sound came out. God, that felt good and strange at the same time.

  Jeff let go of my hand so he could slide his arm under my back, anchoring me to him.

  And then he gave me what I asked for.

  Rocking his hips, he drove into me with quick, rough motions. At first, it was a little clumsy, but he soon found a smooth rhythm. Locking my ankles behind his back, I gave into it.

  Gave into him.

  His lips landed on mine, and his mouth smothered my quiet moans as we kissed over and over and over again.

  Emotion welled in my chest.

  I’d never been this connected to someone—both physically and mentally.

  Over the months we’d known each other, Jeff had become someone I trusted. Someone I thought of as my best friend. Someone I loved.

  I felt safe with him, and now we were taking the ultimate step to solidify a relationship that already had a stable foundation.

  Maybe waiting hadn’t been a bad idea. In fact, the timing couldn’t have been more perfect.

  Jeff

  I love you. I love you. I love you.

  The thought kept playing in my mind in an overwhelming loop with every thrust.

  Well, that, and the fact that I was thinking about ways to get back inside Ashlyn after we finished. We weren’t even done having sex yet, and I was already looking forward to next time.

  Her slick, snug walls were silky against my bare cock. My balls were drawn up tight to my body, and I was fighting off the urge to come.

  It didn’t help that she made the sexiest fucking sounds I’d ever heard.

  Every sigh, every whimper, all the moans… they were like electric shocks to my system.

  I tried not to concentrate on the way Ashlyn’s naked skin felt against mine. The way her nipples rubbed against my chest. The way her long legs squeezed my waist.

  I failed. Big time.

  But I wanted to get her off one more time. Making her come the first time had made me feel like a fucking superhero.

 
Unable to maintain the coordination to fuck her and kiss her at the same time, I buried my face by her neck. The pillow would be convenient for when I needed to muffle my own sounds.

  Shoving a hand between us, I touched Ashlyn’s clit the way I had before. Small, fast circles. I stopped long enough to lick my fingers to get them even wetter.

  Her sweet, musky taste didn’t do my dick any favors.

  Fuck.

  I was gonna blow, whether I wanted to or not.

  I rubbed her swollen bud faster. It must’ve worked, because I felt a small flutter around my cock. She was getting close.

  Ashlyn’s fingernails curled around my shoulder, digging into my skin as her panting got louder.

  I changed the way I thrusted, keeping my dick rooted deep while swiveling my hips in a more circular motion.

  “Jeff. Omigod.”

  She liked that. Noted.

  A few seconds later, I felt her pussy clamp down, and her shout was so loud my ears rang.

  Finally. I could let go.

  While her spasms milked my cock, I shot powerful spurts of cum into her tight pussy. Biting the pillow next to her head, I roared as my release went on and on.

  I kept thrusting and coming, not knowing if it was ever going to end. For a second, I actually feared for my health. I could see the headline now—College Student Dies From Fantastic Sex.

  But eventually, the last few drops made it out, and my body relaxed as the orgasm ebbed away.

  Nothing but silence and ragged panting filled the room as we lay together, my dick still lodged inside Ashlyn. I didn’t want to leave her body. I liked knowing she was filled with my cock.

  “Did I die just now?” I asked, getting some of her messy hair in my mouth. “I think I died.”

  She let out a giggle, and it made her inner muscles clench around my oversensitive cock. Regretfully, I slowly pulled out of her.

  Breath whooshed out of me.

  Ashlyn hissed.

  Concern took over, and I brushed some wild blond strands away from her face. “Did I hurt you? Was I too rough?”

  “You were perfect.” She winced as she shifted. “But I’m going to be sore for a while, I think.”

  “Damn. Sorry. So I guess that means you’re not ready for round two?”

  She laughed, even though I was being completely serious.

  Lazily dragging her fingertip over my collarbone, she said, “There are other things we can do. I want to try everything. I want it all.”

  Suddenly, visions of my cock in her mouth filled my mind, and my disappointment disappeared. She’d just given the green light for literally anything I wanted.

  It was official—there was no man on the planet who was more fortunate than me.

  I ran my thumb over her cheek. “You know I love you, right?”

  Her eyes widened, and there was a heavy pause. “You’ve never said that before.”

  “Well, I’m saying it now. I love you, Ash.”

  “How long have you felt this way?”

  “Since November. When you drove up to my parents’ house to be there with me on Thanksgiving.”

  The night before the holiday, my grandpa had fallen down the stairs at his home. It was a miracle he wasn’t badly injured, but he did have to spend a couple days in the hospital, and my parents refused to leave his side. As soon as Ashlyn heard our dinner was canceled, she hopped in her car and drove four hours to bring us a hot meal from her house. She brought enough turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, and pumpkin pie to feed my whole family, including Grandpa. Although she’d said there was enough to go around, I suspected her parents sacrificed their entire meal for us.

  That day was one of my favorites ever. After eating, Ashlyn and I stayed up until three a.m. watching Lord of the Rings. And when she fell asleep on the couch, I just stared at her, knowing I’d never felt this way about anyone.

  The next morning, my mom repaid her with a breakfast of pancakes, sausages, and omelets, making sure to send her home with leftovers.

  My parents still hounded me about when Ashlyn was coming back for a visit. Not only did they approve of her—they fell in love with her just as hard as I did.

  “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” I said, rolling to the side so my weight didn’t crush her. “I’m sorry for a lot of things I should’ve done long before now.”

  A half-smile ticked up on Ashlyn’s beautiful face. “I’m not. I love our story. Someday we’ll get to tell our kids about how we fell in love. How we took it slow and made sure this was what we wanted for the rest of our lives.”

  My brain seemed to short out at her words. She hadn’t come straight out and said she loved me, but she was talking about babies and marriage.

  She was talking about forever.

  I grinned. “You seem so sure this is going to last.”

  Scowling, she playfully shoved my shoulder. “It better. I’m not giving up a dick that good.”

  I laughed, the noise booming off the ceiling of the small room. “I think that’s the best thing anyone has ever said to me.”

  Sheepish, she shrugged. “It’s true. And… I love you, too, Jeff. You’re my dream guy.” Taking my hand, she placed it in the middle of her chest. “I trust you with my heart and my body. We get to be with the first and last person we ever fell in love with. How awesome is that?”

  The sincerity in her statement made my own heart skip a beat. “I was wrong. That’s the best thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

  Ten Years Later

  Jeff

  Tonight was special. I couldn’t believe it’d been a whole decade since that first Valentine’s Day Ashlyn and I had together.

  As I drove down our block, I thought about how young and inexperienced we’d been. And how quickly that changed. Over the course of the four years we were at McAdams, we grew up. We grew together.

  And we got really, really good at fucking.

  Our love had only grown stronger since then. Our early twenties were a blur of good times, graduation, getting jobs, marriage, and Ashlyn’s first pregnancy.

  By the time we were twenty-seven, our second daughter was on the way, and we bought a two-story house in the suburbs in a town near Ashlyn’s parents. A year later, my parents moved down here, too. They wanted to be near their grandkids, they’d said. No complaints about that.

  More babysitters meant more time alone with my wife.

  I loosened my black tie as I pulled into our garage. Getting a finance degree had paid off, literally. Six months after graduating, I got a job as a loan officer at a bank. While I wouldn’t say we were rich, we were stable enough to be comfortable.

  We still kept in touch with Ezra and Kayla. After all, if it wasn’t for them, who knows how long it would’ve taken us to get our heads out of our asses? A couple times a year, we tried to get together with our old friends, since they only lived an hour away.

  Ashlyn ended up using her art degree to get into cake decorating. In the early days of being a stay at home mom, it gave her the means to run a side business right here in our house. I often came home to a flour-covered kitchen and a sweet-smelling wife.

  In fact, I could imagine her in there right now.

  Maybe she’d have a smudge of icing on her chin.

  I couldn’t wait to lick it off.

  Picking up the takeout bag, I hurried inside, knowing we didn’t have much time before the kids got back from dinner with my parents.

  I ran into the mud room, kicked off my slick black shoes, and turned the corner.

  When I saw Ashlyn leaning against the kitchen island, my jaw dropped, and I almost lost my grip on the paper sack.

  “Wha—where—” I made a strangled sound as my cock swelled. “I thought you got rid of that costume a few years ago.”

  Planting a hand on her hip, she quirked an eyebrow at me. “I can’t believe you were going to let me give it away. I was pregnant and hormonal. I wasn’t thinking clearly.”

  “Well.” I swallowed ha
rd while adjusting the front of my tightening pants. “I’m really glad you decided to keep it.”

  Grinning, Ashlyn toyed with her side braid while running a seductive finger down the middle of her barely covered chest. When she dipped into the ample cleavage I knew so well, I suddenly had the urge to bury my face in her boobs.

  “I couldn’t part with it. I grabbed it out of the donation bag at the last minute.” Shrugging, she sashayed toward me, the Princess Leia skirt swishing around her legs and bare feet. “I figured maybe someday I’d be able to fit into it again and surprise you.”

  After having two kids, Ashlyn’s body was softer than it used to be, but the curves only added to her sexiness. Of course she knew I was attracted to her no matter what. Our sex life wasn’t lacking. Even after all this time, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.

  “Consider me surprised.” As my eyes roamed her from head to toe, nostalgia swept over me.

  She was still the same sexy, geeky girl I’d fallen in love with. Her movie and book preferences hadn’t changed, and we had every intention of introducing our kids to all the fandoms when they were old enough.

  In fact, I planned to surprise Ashlyn with ComicCon tickets tonight. It’d be the first overnight trip we’d ever had without Charlotte and Emma. As much as I loved waking up to our daughters’ sweet faces, a night alone with my wife sounded like a dream come true.

  Placing our dinner on the counter, I closed the distance between us and palmed her waist. “The food can wait. I can’t.”

  “Figured you’d say that.” Her hands went to my belt, tugging the leather strap through the loops on my slacks. Undoing the zipper, she reached inside and gripped my hard cock. “Have I ever told you how great this dick is?”

  Chuckling, my mouth went to the spot on her neck under her ear. “You’ve told me a time or two, but it never gets old.”

  I sucked on her flesh, making her gasp. Then I softly bit her ear before licking the lobe.

  “Jeff. I want you now.”

  “I could bend you over the counter right here,” I suggested, and she hummed out an agreement.

  When I put my hand between her legs, I found her slick and bare. “You’re not wearing panties.”