Wet Dream

Wet Dream

You take me to an island just the two of us, for a swim. More like a bay off the ocean separated by beautiful trees. The water is clear and shallow as we remove our towels to venture into the water. We both secretly admire each other and try and go unnoticed, but fail. I can't help but notice curve of your spin to the gorgeous arch at your pelvis with a small patch of hair. I imagine licking you there and watch your stomach quiver at the touch of my tongue.


            We sink into the water until we are walking on our hands. The day is so hot, that this water is so comforting and refreshing. We swim closer to each other, needing the skin-on-skin contact; we embrace with my legs wrapped around your hips. I can feel your hardness for me through our swim suits, and I lean in for your lips. So soft are your lips; and you are nipping my lower lip as our kiss becomes more urgent. You push me into your hardness as your kiss and nip down my neck.

            Storm clouds engulf our sunlight, and thunder begins to rumble overhead.  The enormous crack of lightning lights up the water and you see and sense my evident fear as I begin to tremble. The rain I love, but the lighting and thunder frightens me. We urgently leave the water to head for an alcove. Your protection and concern comforts me. The alcove is sheltered enough from danger, but the rain begins to drop in blankets and we are not going to stay dry.

            Holding me in your arms to clam my trembling nerves, I lay my head on your chest and the sound of your strong heartbeat is soothing. I can feel your muscles beneath my hand and cannot help but let me fingers wander. I want to touch you all over. The air is thick with the hot summer storm air, and it becomes so warm inside the shelter. Although I am sure the heat has everything to do with being so close to you.        

            I move to straddle you as we where in the water. Taking my hand and moving it over your stomach and chest. I can feel you quiver with my touch. You grasp my hips to show me your evidence of want, and smooth your hand up my back to release my top string at my neck. As my top hangs from my ribs, you look into my eyes. The look of a thousand words, yet so speechless. There is an understanding between us, a promise of pleasure without a word spoken. We are both trembling with need now. My bare nipples are begging to be touched as I rub my breasts against your chest like a kitten. I can’t get close enough.

            You move to stand on your knees so you can look me over and take all of me in. Attentively yet firm you take my nipple into your hot mouth and you are rewarded with my gasp. My hand holds you there, this alone may undo me and I feel so close already. I need to touch you, all of you. I ease you off of the glorious attention you are giving me breast, and gently push you back so that you are sitting in your heals. Looking at you, realizing that I will never be able to not touch you on a constant basis. You are truly beautiful.

            I crawl to you, my eyes never leaving yours until my lips reach your chest. You feel so good at my lips that I want to bite you, but instead I take your nipple into my mouth and suck hard and nip. Your hardness twitches at my ministrations, begging for attention. This I must oblige.  You untie what is left hanging of my top and pull the strings at my bottoms; everything falls to the ground under me. I am now completely bare for your view. The wet rain is still splashing at our bodies, and with my flesh exposed I feel the warmth of my readiness running down my leg.

            As eager as I am to taste you, I will take my time to draw out your pleasure. Licking the glistening tip first for a small sample of your flavor, I want to milk all if it from you. Admiring the beauty of your lust filled eyes and hitch of breathe; I slowly take you into my hot mouth all the way to the base. Your gasp is my reward before I slowly withdraw only to swallow you again. Relishing the taste of you, I am lost in your pleasure. Your hand is on my head, gently pulling my hair as I continue a little faster. You pull me off of you, and confused I reach for you as you stop me. Holding my face to yours you say, “You are going to kill me with pleasure before I am ready.”

            With a feverish kiss, you ease me onto me back. You never let me head touch the ground without your hand behind it. I need to feel your weight on me, holding me tight. I need you inside of me. I grip your back and buttocks trying to get you closer to my core, but you ease back and pull my hands free. Holding my wrists you cross them in front of my stomach and hold tight as you move down my body. The anticipation of where you are heading with your mouth makes me feel I am going to burst with orgasm before you get to my core.

            The gentle kisses trailing down my stomach and hip and at last you kiss my clit, and follow with a long slow lick. I am trembling with want as you pay such special attention to my sweet spot. I want to touch your head to drive you a little harder, but you have my wrists captured at my stomach; holding my hips down. I cannot rock my hips as I so desperately need to.  The rain is soaking us and I begin to pant with the building orgasm I am about to have. “No” I say. “I want you inside of me, please.” I beg.

          Looking up at me, you lick your lips and close your eyes, relishing the taste of my wetness. You pull me up on my knees and pull me to straddle you again. I can feel your hard length at my entrance as you ease me onto your lap. Slowly easing down onto you as far as I can go, I stop to adjust to you. Wrapped we are, so tightly holding each other, trembling as we regain our composure. We begin to move our hips in unison as we begin such an exquisite ride.

            Heated and rain-soaked we become feverish and frantic as we hold each other so tightly and grind into a blissful steady climb. As I rock my hips I touch your face and guide you to my lips for a kiss swallowing our moans of pleasure. The pressure is building like fire in my stomach as I begin to orgasm. Our breath is shaky and you too are close, I can see you losing your control. This alone sends me over the edge, and I begin to crumble around you. Still gripping you with my release, I feel you reaching yours and you bit into my shoulder and we both cry out riding the wave of pleasure.

At this moment I realize that there is nothing I want more than to have you in my arms. Until then, I will sleep to dream of you again.