This isn't what I was going to post, but I need a little push on this. I haven't really told anyone, but I've been trying to write a book about a woman who gets lost in her own dreams and they become her reality.. Here is the very beginning.
Please be gentle. :)
The bed dipped as he sat down next to her, It startled her awake. Groggily, she opened her eyes to see him gazing tenderly at her.
"James... what... what are you doing here?" She said as she bunched the covers around her minimal pajamas.
"I just wanted to see you, to be here with you."
His eyes pierced her like two daggers of ice made of the clearest water. Even though the room was mostly dark, she could see the shadow of his dark features. She had always been a sucker for the dark hair, blue eyes type. One look from a man like him made her melt in her seat. She didn't stand a chance against this charm and seduction. It's not that she didn't want it, she did, but a proper lady never did this. He bent to kiss her lips and his arms encased her body, bringing her to him.
"James, we can't do this!" She said as she tried to push him away.
"Why not Gen?" He said as he smiled down at her, the moonlight falling across his ice blue eyes, "we are both adults, we are attracted to each other, and I know I can't hold mine in anymore. I need you, and you need me."
He kissed her again, and this time she didn't' resist or push away. He was right. There had been an attraction immediately between the two of them, and it was hell keeping it a secret crush. She wrapped her arms around him and held him close. It was so gentle and innocent, but she knew that it would end up as being anything but. He pushed the covers away from her body as they kissed, revealing a skimpy tank top and bikini cotton panties. The kiss broke and he looked at her in the moonlight. She could feel his gaze wash over her body like a wave from a warm, inviting ocean. She could see the approval in his eyes for her. It felt surreal. She never thought that he would ever want to be with her, or be attracted to her. His visit that night was not expected, but far from un-welcome. It had been a long time since she felt needed physically, having him here made her feel like a whole new woman, a much sexier version of herself.
She allowed him to slip her top off. His eyes held to hers as he tossed it to the floor beside them. His gaze was gentle, and she knew this would be the most romantic night of her life. He laid her back on the pillows and kissed her again, his hand inclosing her right breast. His touch was cautious and his eyes asked permission for more. She responded by unbuttoning his shirt and tugging it off his shoulders. She ran her hands over them as they kissed. They were strong and intimidating, nothing like his demeanor tonight. Seeing them gave her a rush of adrenaline, to know that if she resisted and he wanted it bad enough, she could do nothing about it. To some that would be a turn off, but to her it just made her yearn for him more. His skin was smooth and warm beneath her fingers. Gently, they explored his shoulders and chest.
His hand left her breast briefly to remove the shirt that held to him just by the arms. As he did so he rose to remove his pants as well. Their eyes held tight to the other's gaze, and he hurriedly disrobed and went back to her arms. This time he lay next to her, the covers bunched at the foot of the bed beneath their feet. Suddenly, she felt venerable. There was nothing there to cover her imperfections. Somehow, he knew. He collected her into his arms again and told her she was beautiful. He gave her another gentle kiss. Timidly, he slipped one hand under her panties, not to explore, but to remove them. He felt the passion radiating from her and knew now that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Quickly, he removed the cotton restraint.
He moved over her, the moonlight from the window making a slash of light across his chest, over the defined pecs and aroused nipples on them. She spread her legs, welcoming his body between them. This was going so fast; she wanted it to last longer. Then he surprised her. She knew he was ready, she could feel his stiffness between her legs, but he did not enter her. Instead he let his hands wander the curves of her upper body as his lips and tongue tickled her neck. His hands ended on her breasts where his fingers brought her nipples to hard tips expertly. The arousal of her nipples was incredible. She felt as if she could orgasm just from them being touched. Then his hands moved. They forged a route that his lips and tongue followed. It took them to all the major attractions on her landscape; her moans of pleasure judging how long his stay would be in that spot. The breasts and nipples were a hot spot. His lips covered them in kisses, and the gentle touch of his tongue on the tips made her juices boil over. His hands continued their journey to the center of her passion, the spot he accidentally found while taking her cotton whities off of her. His hands reached it first, while his lips and tongue were still caught somewhere around her navel. His touch sent shivers through her entire body, and she let out a loud moan. She could feel his lips curve into a smile when he heard her vocal consent. His fingers played with her button, sending jolts of mini orgasms through her body. Then they opened her lower gates and dipped into her natural spring.
Her mind got lost in her passion, before she knew it his tongue was circling her button below and his fingers were completely inside of her. He was an expert at this. Something in her knew that this was wrong, but it felt so fantastic she couldn't imagine it stopping. Soon, her moans became louder and more frequent. He brought her to climax perfectly, and she fell into the pillows behind her exhausted. He moved up to her, between her legs and kissed her. She could taste herself on his lips and he knew it. It excited him, but when she licked at her taste he couldn't help himself. His gentle kisses turned to deep passionate ones. Their tongues danced with each other as he pushed himself into her dampness. She moaned into his mouth as he did so, and it fueled the fire between his legs. He gave her all the passion that he had in him for her, and took her passion for him in return. The lovemaking was so fantastic it was as it would have been scripted in Hollywood. His lips moved from hers to her neck and down her breast to her nipples. They could both feel their passions grow, and they both knew that holding on was not an option anymore. They would reach their apex together. He gave a final thrust as he arched his body upwards.
Genesis woke with a gasp. Her body flushed, her pajamas clinging to her from sweat, and a sexual stirring in her that she couldn't ignore. She was on the edge of orgasm from that incredible dream about James. Not wanting to loose the moment, she wearily reached to her bedside table and opened her "naughty drawer". She quickly fished out her BOB (Battery Operated Boyfriend), turned it on and clenched it between her legs. As the vibrations brought her closer and closer to the edge of bliss, her hands moved over her erect nipples, tickling and pinching them. She came quickly, she knew she would after that incredible dream, and as she came she gasped his name.
"... James ..."
She lay there for a long time catching her breath, not thinking about anything really. Then the alarm sounded. That wasn't unusual. She normally woke up a couple minutes before it sounded, but this time it snapped her out of her blissful dreamland. She moved quickly to quiet the obnoxious noise across the bed; it was the only thing that really made her move around some in the morning. She slapped the snooze and lay back in the spot she had worked into the bed during the night, then it hit her.
"I dreamt of sex with James," she said aloud as if someone was there to shock. "Wow."