Dreaming of You 1 - Sunset Beach

Dreaming of You 1 - Sunset Beach

By Jonathan Eddington

I had a dream about you last night. A hot, sweaty, climactic dream...

Like all dreams it begins in the middle. In this case, the middle of a picnic close to the shoreline of our favourite beach. The sun is beginning to set, turning the sky slowly orange and highlighting the beautiful curves of your body.

Longingly I gaze into your dazzling eyes as you seductively bite your lip. It does not matter to me that this is an exposed spot, that anyone may see us, I want you, no need you so much right now.

Reaching out I caress your perfect, naked breasts. My thumbs teasing the nipples until they stand firm. Gently I pull on one as my lips seek yours. With a spark our mouths meet, our tongues explore and dance, and we en flame our rising passion. The kiss deepens further and with my eyes closed I feel your hands sliding up my arms and across my chest. Continuing to knead one of your breasts, I slide my other hand round your back and up the nape of your neck. You groan with delight and I feel your delicate touch drop towards my obvious arousal.

A pulse of delight shoots through me as you sensuously stroke across the tip. Looking me straight in the eye you place your now wet finger in your mouth and slowly pull it out as you suck on it. The throbbing in my groin intensifies and I uncross and spread your legs either side of me. Clearly you are just as eager, as your femininity glistens in the fading sun.

My hands slide up your legs, their touch getting lighter the higher up they go. Tantalisingly close I stop. In eagerness you thrust your hips forwards and my fingers are wet. Deftly I trace the outline of your desire, and your breathing quickens as I brush against your exposed button. Again I kiss you deeply as first one, then two and finally three fingers explore the depths of your passion. Quickly they are soaked, and slowly move back and forth within you.

Groaning loudly now you writhe against my hand, increasing the sensations within you. I kiss my way down your chin and neck, my hand still pushing your pleasure higher. Down to your magnificent breasts, where I pause to lick and tease your nipples, then down to your belly my wet lips trace their path.

Read the rest of this story in the eBook, Poetic Dreams.