Lily

Lily knew that she shouldn't have wanted it as badly as she did. That muscular body and those blue, piercing eyes were too much for her to resist, though. She wasn't about to turn down an opportunity like this one.

I can't believe I'm doing this, she thought. I might regret this later, but screw it. I'll just deal with the consequences.

His hands were warm and strong as he pressed against Lily's shoulders. She moaned softly as he pinned her against the wall and brought his lips to hers. They kissed, and while they did, he released her shoulders and let his hands drift up and down her body.

She had gotten out of the shower just moments before and was only wearing a t-shirt and panties, her usual sleeping attire. Sleep, however, was the last thing on her mind now that he had decided to make a surprise visit in the middle of the night. The only thing that she was thinking about now was how amazing it was going to feel to get her brains screwed out by him.

Their tongues darted quickly in and out of each others mouths. She could taste the expensive wine on his lips. It was red wine, likely a Cabernet. She knew this not only because of the taste, but because it was his favorite thing to drink on Friday nights.

Why does he have to be so damn hot? Lily thought to herself, as she allowed her own hands to wander over his skin.

She touched his muscular back, quickly dropping her hands down to the top of his underwear. Then she brought her hands around and touched his stomach, enjoying the way her fingers dipped in and out of his flexed abdominal muscles. She could feel his breathing and noticed that an obvious heat was radiating outward from underneath the front of his underwear.

That’s what I'm looking for, she thought, dropping her hands to the source of the warmth.

Immediately, her hands collided with a large bulge underneath the front of the cotton. His cock was throbbing desperately beneath it. She touched his mushroom-shaped tip, gently outlining it with her fingers. The movement caused him to release a sexual growl. He pressed her against the wall once more, then broke the kiss.

“Do you want it?” he whispered.

She didn't say anything. She just gently tucked in her lower lip between her teeth and nodded.

The room was dimly lit by the dull glow of moonlight that poured into the bedroom window. His back was to the light, so she couldn't really make out any of his facial features. He was just a dark and muscular silhouette. Still, despite the fact that there wasn't much light in the room, she still noticed his blue eyes flicker and his pupils dilate as he gazed up and down her body.

With one hand kept firmly on her shoulder, he dropped his other hand and grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt. He pulled it upward, all the way until her breasts were released to the air. She gasped as he fondled one of them and brought his mouth to the other.

“Oh, my God,” she whispered, so softly that hardly any noise came out at all.

His lips were wrapped around her nipple as he flicked it with his tongue. She could feel the sensitive little nub get hard as he pleasured it. Each lap of his tongue made it even harder. It also created a wet desire between her legs.

She loved it. She loved every bit of it. The way he took control, the way he made it obvious how attractive he thought she was, the way that it seemed as though he couldn't get enough of her. It made her feel special and beautiful. It made her feel like she was queen of the world whenever he was there. She still wondered if they should really be doing this, but anticipation and desire had replaced most of her doubts.

He circled her areola with his tongue a few times, then gently pulled away. As he backed his face off, he kept his lips on her nipple until it popped out of his mouth. The movement created a wet kissing noise, that for some reason, turned Lily on even more. When she glanced down, she noticed that her pink nub was standing tall away from her breast. Freshly coated in his saliva, it now reflected the moonlight.

“You're fucking perfect,” he said, practically growling.

Before she could utter a response, he brought his face to her other breast and began giving it equal attention. Her body tingled with pleasure and the wetness between her legs intensified. She was ready to have him inside of her. Her pussy throbbed, practically begging for his manhood.

Still, she didn't want to rush it. She wanted to savor this as much as she could. Like the fine wine that was on his lips, sex with him was meant to be sipped, not chugged. As badly as she wanted to rip that underwear straight off of him and shove his cock into her hole, she knew that if she just relaxed and enjoyed the sensual dance that it would end up being much more gratifying in the end.

She brought her hands to the top of his shoulders and squeezed the muscles. They were firm and chiseled, the obvious result of years and years spent going to the gym to lift weights. She admired the way that they felt in her small hands and how they flexed with his movements.

He's just so perfect, she thought. Even if he is a decade older than I am. Who cares? It's not like I've ever met a man my own age that turns me on like this.

It was true, too. She dated tons of guys in their early twenties, but nobody compared to him. Maybe that was what she loved most about him. Maybe it wasn't just the fact that he was rich, and handsome and sweet. There was a possibility that a big part of her attraction was simply because he was a man. A real man. The kind of man that you bring home to Mom and show him off like he's the greatest thing to ever walk the earth. And in Lily's mind, whether she was ready to admit it or not, he was just that; the greatest man on earth.

He dropped to his knees and wrapped his hands around the back of her ass, squeezing her cheeks. She gazed down at him, watching with anticipation as he kissed her stomach, just below her belly button. She was breathing harder now and was beyond turned on. She couldn't see it, but she was confident that the front of her panties had soaked through by now.

His lips grazed her stomach as he dropped further down, stopping when he reached the top of her panty line. Then he released her ass, slipped his fingers into the waist strap and jerked her underwear down to her knees in one quick motion.

God yes, she thought to herself. Taste me.

Once her panties were past her knees, they fell the rest of the way down to her ankles on their own. She kicked them to the side with one foot. Immediately after, he leaned forward. He kissed just above her pussy. Then he made his way down until his tongue gently grazed her sensitive clit.

“Oh, fuck,” she groaned, leaning her head back until it met the wall behind her.

Her eyes rolled up toward the heavens and her jaw dropped. Pleasure flowed through her, saturating every part of her body. He began flicking his tongue against her clit, lapping at it quickly and aggressively, like it was something he'd been waiting years to taste.

She couldn't even think. It felt too amazing for her to focus. The only thing that existed right then was the bliss that he created with his tongue. It was incredible and unlike anything she'd ever felt. It beat the hell out of any sex toy she owned and was most definitely better than what any other guy had ever been able to give her. It created a kind of euphoria that left her breathless and her hands scratching the top of his shoulders.

“My God, you're good at this,” she whispered, after reminding herself to breath.

He growled sexually. The vibration transmitted from his vocal cords, through his lips and into her clit. She gasped, as a wave of ecstasy pulsated through her.

Whatever he was doing with his tongue was nothing short of pure magic. It was the perfect dance. It was like he knew her body better than she did. With perfect pressure and rhythm, he moved his tongue up and down the folds of her pussy. Each wave of pleasure that it created was more powerful than the last and soon, she found herself rising upward toward orgasm.

“I'm coming.” She mouthed the words, but not a single sound actually escaped her lips. She was too lost in the throes of pleasure to create any noise other than a guttural groan from her throat.

Still, it was as though he had read her mind. He began moving his tongue more quickly, bringing pressure to all the right places as he ate her out. She drew in a quick breath through her teeth, creating a soft hissing noise. Then she held it as she rode one of the waves upward, letting it take her to the top of orgasm.

Oh, my God, she thought, gripping her fingernails into his shoulders, as though she was holding on for dear life. He's making me come so hard.

Her eyes squeezed shut and her back arched. Suddenly, her entire world dissolved into a state of pure, raw bliss. It made her head tingle and her legs turn to rubber. Time stopped, for at least a moment anyway. The waves of ecstasy that had been pulsating through her had now become one giant tidal wave and it fell down upon her with such force that it was all she could do to remain standing.

She let it wash over her and when it passed, she found herself dazed yet content. Slowly opening her eyes, she glanced down just in time to watch him pull his face away from between her legs. She had become so wet from the orgasm that her natural juices had begun to dribble down the inside of her legs.

It took her a moment to regain her senses. When she did, she released his shoulders and held her hands out, surprised by how badly they were trembling.

“I need to feel you,” he said, standing up from the floor.

“Yes,” she said, nodding quickly. “Yes.”

He picked her up from the floor, cradling her like a husband would do in order to carry his wife over the threshold on their honeymoon.

It's just too bad that's not the case, she thought, smiling to herself. I'd love to be carried over the threshold by him.

She had her arm wrapped over his neck as he walked swiftly across the room. He laid her on the bed and slowly moved his eyes up and down her naked body.

“You are so beautiful,” he said, his voice deep and sexual. It sent pleasurable chills across Lily's skin.

As soon as he'd laid her down, he took a step back. It positioned him directly into the beam of moonlight. It was almost as though he were on stage and the spotlight had been pointed straight at him. Now illuminated, Lily noticed just how muscular he really was. It looked like an Olympic athlete was standing next to the bed. Either that, or a Greek God had managed to find his way into her bedroom. Regardless, her jaw was dropped and her pussy got even wetter as she laid there and watched him.

“I'm so ready for you,” she said, her eyes locked with his.

His blue irises seemed to ignite, even more brightly than before. He pushed his dark hair off of his forehead and to the side, then let his fingers slide down his short beard. She still couldn't really make out any other facial features, though.

Her eyes drifted down his front, all the way to the large bulge in the front of his underwear. It had grown significantly since she had touched it just a few minutes before. It now pressed firmly outward, causing the cotton material to stretch as though it were about to burst.

“Come fuck me,” she groaned, unable to contain her desire now that she'd laid eyes on that beautiful and thick bulge of his.

He nodded and slipped his thumbs into the elastic waist strap of his underwear. Slowly, he peeled them downward. Inch by inch, the length of his cock was revealed.

Oh, my God, she thought. He's huge.

She had known that he was bigger than average. It was obvious just by the size of the bulge. Now that it was released from its confines of the underwear, though, it became even more clear. Her pussy seemed to clench at the sight of it and another burst of her juices flowed out.

“Come here,” she said, motioning him toward her with her index finger.

He did as she asked and crawled onto the bed. He positioned himself over the top of her, spreading her knees apart so that he could slide between them. She could feel the warmth of his dick as it neared her opening. His tip was just inches way. All that he needed to do was to move his hips forward just a little bit, and she get to feel his flesh inside of her.

She brought his hands to his forearms and slid her fingers upward toward his shoulders.

“Do it,” she begged. “Fuck me. Please.”

In the dim light, she saw him smirk. Then he clenched his jaw and firmly bucked his hips forward.

“Yes!” she squealed, as his tip spread her opening wide and caused a powerful wave of bliss to wash over her. “God yes.” He slowly backed his dick out and then plunged in again.

Holy shit, she thought.

His cock was so thick that it pressed firmly outward against the walls of her pussy. It created a dull pain, but combined with the intense pleasure, it was the perfect sensation. It caused the desperate throbbing that she'd been feeling to cease. Now, there was nothing more than a content tingling that filled her.

“We should have done this a long time ago,” he whispered, before leaning in to kiss her.

As soon as their lips collided, he began thrusting his hips back and forth. His dick slipped deeply inside of her with each of his movements. Each plunge of his length caused another burst of electric pleasure to course through her veins. She was already trembling from sensation overload. High-pitched moans were making their way out of her throat, but were muffled by the kiss.

She couldn't get enough of it. She wrapped her legs around his ass and started using them to pull him closer with each of his forward thrusts. Deeper and deeper he went, his balls slapping up against her ass while his cock plunged into her pussy.

He broke the kiss and immediately brought his lips to the outside of her neck. There, he gently nibbled her sensitive flesh.

“God yes,” she groaned, her words wavering at the end.

It felt amazing. Every part of it was pure ecstasy. It was ten times better than she'd always imagined that it would be. She really wondered why it had taken them so long to just do this. She'd wanted it for years, but just never had the guts to make it happen.

He pulled away from her neck and placed his hands onto the bed, just above her shoulders. He held himself like that, hovering his upper body above hers while he pounded her. She laid there below him, feeling tiny in comparison. She watched him carefully, admiring the way the muscles in his chest and abs flexed in cadence to his thrusts. It was beyond sexy. She could have just laid there watching him all night long. There was no place in the world she would have rather been than there, on the bed, getting fucked by the man of her dreams.

Without stopping his movements, he grabbed both of her knees and pressed them toward her chest. It caused her hips to tilt upward. The position created friction against her g-spot and caused the pleasure to intensify significantly. Once again, her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her back arched. As soon as her chest pressed toward the ceiling, he moved his face to her breasts and began sucking on her nipples.

“Jesus,” she groaned, surprised by how intense the sensation was.

He didn't slow down either. In fact, he picked up his pace and began pounding her even harder than before. The combination of that, plus the fact that he was pleasuring her breasts, sent her into a state of ecstasy even more intense than when he had eaten her out. She was reeling on the bed beneath him. Her hands went to her sides, where she gripped the blanket firmly.

“Don't stop,” she ordered. “Don't slow down.”

Once again, she was greeted by the blinding ecstasy of orgasm. She rode the sensation all the way to the top, her lips curled upward into a smile of pure lust. It passed quickly and when it was over, she opened her eyes. The man who was pounding her slowed his pace down all the way to a stop, then pulled out.

“I want you from behind,” he said, his words sounding more like a demand than a simple suggestion.

It's not like she was about to argue, though. She wanted him to fuck her however he liked. He could have tied her to the headboard for all she cared. As long as his cock was inside of her, she wasn't about to complain.

Using his strong and powerful hands, he flipped her around on the bed. She crawled to her knees and dropped her elbows to the blanket, bending over in front of him. When she glanced over her shoulder, she saw him approach her from behind. He placed one hand onto each of her hips and squeezed firmly, while he lined his dick up with her opening.

In just the few short seconds that it took to change positions, she noticed the empty feeling in her pussy. It was like her body missed having him inside of her. Luckily, that changed quickly. He let out an animal-sounding grunt and then bucked his hips forward, plunging himself back into her sex.

Her jaw dropped and she sucked in a quick breath, as he began thrusting himself against her. This new position felt amazing. Something about the way his hands gripped her made her feel like he was in total control and she liked that. She wanted to be his sex doll, if only for this one night.

Lily's tits swayed underneath her, and she leaned downward a bit, just enough so that her nipples dragged over the blanket on the bed. It created a pleasurable tingle, adding to the sensation that filled her.

“God, you're perfect,” he grunted, his words broken up by his panting. “I've wanted this for so long.”

“Me too,” she groaned.

His rhythm increased. He began fucking much harder than before. There was an eagerness in his movements now, a kind of animalistic aggression that could only come from a real man. She looked over her shoulder again and noticed that the expression on his face had changed a bit. His lips had curled into a lust-filled grimace and his eyes were close.

“I'm gonna come,” he said. “Where do you want me to come? Your back? Your tits?”

She shook her head. “No. None of that. Just do it inside of me.”

He opened his eyes, but continued thrusting. He cocked his head to the side, seeming a bit confused by her suggestion.

“You sure?” he asked.

She nodded eagerly. “Yes. Come in me. Please.”

He closed his eyes again and quickened his pace. She watched as he leaned his head back, clearly overwhelmed by the pleasure of his orgasm. An animal-sounding grunt came out of his mouth. He plunged his shaft deep into her pussy and held it there. Immediately after, she felt his cock swell inside of her. This sensation was followed by the hot splash of his seed as it poured out of his tip and filled her up, coating the walls of her womb.

“I can feel it,” she whispered, with a smile.

The man held himself in that position for just a moment, then slowly pulled out. He crawled up next to her on the bed and she relaxed her head onto his chest.

“That was amazing,” she said.

“There's something I need to tell you,” he replied.

Concerned, she sat up and looked at him. “What is it?”

“Beep,” he said, his eyes now dull and mostly lifeless.

“What?” she asked.

“Beep,” he repeated. “Beep. Beep. Beep.”

His words didn't sound human. It was more like a computer talking than a man.

“Beep. Beep. Beep!” he continued, getting louder with each one.

* * *

Suddenly, Lily's eyes shot open. She glanced around the room, very confused about her surroundings. She was laying in bed, but it wasn't dark and there was no moonlight shining through the window. It was morning time and the room was filled with bright sunlight. She looked to her right and then to her left to find out that she was alone.

“It was just a dream?” she whispered, slowly sitting up. “My God, that was intense.”

Beep, beep, beep.

The sound that had been coming from that man's mouth was still echoing throughout her room. Only now, it actually made sense. It was her alarm, which she'd set to wake her up so that she could get ready for work.

“Goddammit,” she whispered, reaching over to turn off the alarm on her nightstand. “Why do I always have to get woken up during the best dreams?”

I was just about to get to cuddle up with him, she thought. That would have felt so nice.

It wasn't the first time she'd had a dream like that. In fact, there had been several times over the years that she'd had similar ones. Sometimes they took place in an empty warehouse and sometimes at night, in a vacant parking lot. The surroundings were always different, but the man in them was always the same man. He always felt familiar, but for some reason, she was never able to fully see his face in the dreams. It didn't really matter, though. She knew exactly who it was.

I've got to stop dreaming about him, she thought. It's not right. In fact, it's straight up weird. What is wrong with me?

She kicked off the covers, to find that she'd pulled her panties down to her knees in her sleep. The inside of her thighs were a little wet and so were the index and middle fingers on her right hand. The powerful dream had caused her to masturbate in her sleep.

“Jesus Christ,” she said, pulling her panties back up. “I seriously need to get laid. This is ridiculous.”

She got up and walked to her bathroom, quickly cleaning herself up. Then she changed her underwear and slipped into some jeans and her work shirt. It was a black polo with a green emblem on the front. Once dressed, she combed her dark blonde hair. It fell just above her shoulders and curled at the bottom. She would have straightened it, but with only twenty minutes before she was supposed to clock in at her barista job, there wasn't time.

Once she was ready, she grabbed her cell phone from its charger on the dresser. Out of habit, and just to see if she'd missed any calls or texts while she had been asleep, she unlocked the screen. Like it always did, a picture popped up on her background image. It was a photo that she'd had on her phone for years and one that she never planned on removing. In it, there was a family on the beach. It wasn't her family, though. Just one that she was very close to.

The father in the photo was the man from her dream. He was there, standing in the sand wearing a white button-down shirt and khaki-colored shorts. His dark hair was blowing to the side from the sea breeze and his blue eyes reflected the sunlight. Standing to his right was his wife. She was a pretty blonde woman with a wide and warm smile. To his left, with pigtails in her blonde hair, was his daughter.

I seriously need to stop dreaming about him, she thought to herself.

With a sigh, she slipped the phone into her back pocket and went to work. The memory of the dream she'd had continued to visit her throughout the day, though. She just couldn't shake the image of his sexy body and the way his muscles flexed while he pounded the daylights out of her. It made it extremely difficult to concentrate. She knew that she shouldn't be thinking about him in that way. Still, though, there was a part of her that was excited to go to sleep again that night in hopes of encountering a similar dream.