14. The Man Of Her Dreams

Ella woke up, a moan slipping past her lips. It was still dark outside, and although she could barely see anything, she knew she wasn't alone in her room. And when she looked down, she couldn't miss the massive form under her duvet, even if she wanted to.

Someone was in her bed. With her.

She frowned, confused by the situation. How did this happen?

She didn't remember indulging in any alcohol last night, neither did she meet anyone.

She recalled the past evening, after the conference meeting, she'd gone over a few more things with Kaiden, and left work. Came back home, had Chinese food and passed out.

She tried to open her eyes, but her mind felt foggy, she couldn't feel her fingers, her entire body felt numb almost like she was drea-

She realized, her foggy mind finally coming to a logical conclusion: she was dreaming.

It felt incredibly real, however, which was why she jolted in surprise when she felt warm lips feathering kisses up her ankle. Ella waited, with bated breaths, curious as to where this would go, and even more curious about the mystery person her mind had conjured up.

With a feather like touch, the lips moved higher up her leg, leaving goosebumps on her skin and sending shivers to her most intimate of places. She asked as she felt a hand join the path, grazing the part under her knee where she was most sensitive, a second and the lips kissed there, nibbling softly and Ella moaned quietly. Every touch, every dreamy touch left the sensation that her skin was on fire.

She couldn't breath, still holding her breath as her wet dream continued. She gasped in surprise when another hand joined the first one, and followed the same path on her other leg.

She felt her arousal pool between her legs making her feel squeamish. How long had it been since she had sex: eight, seven years. Her heated up brain couldn't think of it, she was a depraved woman, by choice, and whatever was happening now was purely normal. She could have applauded herself for feeling this way.

She gasped louder this time when both hands reached the inside of her thighs, just below her dripping intimacy. Her skin tingled with the anticipation of what was about to happen. Only once in her life had someone gone down on her, and even now she refused to think about it.

Both hands closed around the soft, tingling flesh of her thighs and firmly pushed them apart, spreading her legs.

She felt little of her control come back as she moved her legs and opened her eyes a little. That was when she realized she was naked. Odd, she never slept nude, but she paid it no mind, it was only fitting, giving the type of dream she was having.

She watched as the form moved, lowering slightly and felt warm breath fan her crotch. She jolted in surprise, but the person seemed to guess her reaction and held her hips down as she arched away from him and she resisted struggling. She could feel the hands of her imagination even more now.

Whoever it was, worked out. Big hands closing around her curvy hips and squeezing, the action sent shivers up her sex and she moaned again.

Then she felt warm lips on the inside of her thigh, dangerously closer to her drenched folds.

The fire burning her skin was nothing compared to the one before. The mischievous mouth dropped a line of open-mouthed kisses, purposely adding tongue just to let her feel it, nibbling at her soft flesh, moving with intention toward her core. Her back arched and her legs spread further of their own volition, she could feel her insides clench in anticipation, her sex already drenched and begging for attention.

Not wanting to do anything to take control of the dream, she lay back and let her unconscious state of mind take over.

Just when she thought the mouth would finally settle on her needy flesh, it jumped to her other leg, ignoring her whiny tone, giving it the same heated treatment as the hands moved down her knee.

Having enough she moved her hands, trying to guide the head to where she wanted it most, but the strings hands left her thigh and caged her arms in one swift move by her hips.

She struggled for a second and received a reprimanding bite which elicited a moan from her.

"Please..." She whispered, far too gone into her arousal to care if this was a dream or not.

She was going half mad with desire, her clit throbbing, begging for even the lightest of touch. With one last kiss on her thigh, the head finally reached its destination and with an unexpected move, came closer to appease her lust.

With an accuracy that ripped a loud moan and gasp from her throat, the warm mouth found her greedy button and latched on it. Her hips bucked, as the lips closed around it, the hands still holding down hers as she struggled to get away from the intense amount of pleasure she was experiencing. Sucking her button with the right pressure, a skilled tongue darted out to trace agonizingly lazy patterns, sending shivers through her body. She arched more, in deciding whether she wanted to get away from the maddening pleasure or closer to it. She writhed, moaned, arched, begged, but the image didn't seem to care, only holding down her arms every time she moved. She was completely powerless and helpless against it and with a resolute sigh she stopped fighting and gave in to the beautiful pleasure.

Sensing her surrender, the pace of the tongue increased, and Ella moaned in abandoned feeling an orgasm build up, very fast.

Still bucking and arching constantly, the steel-like grip of her imagination left her hands and grabbed her hips, effectively holding her down and subject to his unrelenting administrations.

She was completely at her own dream's mercy, but she didn't care because with that tell-tale shiver and clenching of her insides, she felt her insides tighten as her orgasm drew closer. Just when she was about to reach that precipice, the man moved away, robbing her of her release.

She groaned in frustration but soon understood that he was coming out of the covers. Hardly breathing, she waited to see who the mystery man was, who her horny mind had conjured. Hands still on her hips, he grabbed her and flipped her over in one harsh, and unexpected move so she was now lying on her stomach. She felt the hardened tips of her breasts push against her sheets and moaned at the sensation.

The dominating move caused even more prove of her arousal to leave her folds and Ella squirmed trying to relieve herself of the intense pleasure.

The duvet was moved to the side and she felt a solid, warm, naked body press over hers.

He trailed warm kisses over her spine, pinning her hands behind her back with one hand, while the other held down her hip. She moaned loudly feeling her folds get even more drenched. She felt the lips quirk up in a smile and nearly groaned.

Who on Earth was this person?

When the mouth reached her neck, barely far from her pulse, her weak point, he bit down on the flesh there and Ella tried to suppress her moan by burying her face into the covers. Having none of it, her mystery man let go of her hips and pulled on her hair letting her moan echo through the room. She felt his manhood rest between her crack and pushed her hips up, just to feel better.

A hand spanked her and she moaned loudly again, the brute force of the hand pulling her hair and the other linking her down driving her arousal to new heights.

The hand that spanked her then rubbed the spot lightly before spanking her again, harder this time. Ella moaned, begged, arched further into his hard cock, but the image ignored her only intent on driving her off the cliff of sanity.

Then to her relief, she felt him push his hardened length further between her butt cheeks as his hand squeezed the juicy globes. She heard him groan as he pulled out, the sound raw, and rough causing more goosebumps to rise on her skin.

In one skilled move, he lifted her hips, simultaneously letting go of her hair as he guided his cock to her drenched folds.

She moaned, begging him to fill her sounding delirious, begging for a dream's cock. How far she'd sunk. She didn't care as she felt the hard shaft slide along her wet folds. She moaned louder, burying her face in the sheets only to have her pulled on again so she was arched into this man and his hard cock.

She felt his thick head slip a little into her dripping sex before he pulled out. She groaned. And he did it again. Massaging her button with his shaft making her beg and moan.

He pulled on her hair harder, the slight pain sending shivers of pleasure straight to her drenched pussy. She felt his mouth level with her ear. He bit on it and licked the spot. "Strike two." Said a deep voice, and Ella's eyes flew open as her horny mind recognized the baritone voice.

She whipped around in shock, and two golden brown eyes stared back at her. She started at Kaiden, his hair rough, and lips pink and wet from her arousal, shock painted on her traits. She couldn't believe she wanted the man to that extent, craved him so much she was having a sex dream about him. She couldn't deny it, though, feeling more juice leak out of her slick folds at the sight if his devilishly handsome face.

She watched his lips tilt as he pushed her legs further apart as she was now kneeling and gasped as he positioned his thick cock on her entrance.

He turned her face so she could see him better, the aroused look in is eyes sending jolts of pleasure through her body. He teased her folds with the head of his cock and Ella moaned from the sensation. She closed her eyes with a moan and arched her ass further to feel his cock. He coated himself with her arousal, the tip of him so large, Ella wondered just how insane she was and also how big he was. When he slid further into her entrance, he moved closer to her ear. "Strike three." And just as his thick cock pushed past her tight folds, Ella opened her eyes and sat up coming back to reality.

Her body was shaking still reeling from the amount of pleasure she'd denied herself of. She turned on the bedside lamp and looked around her room, just to make sure she was alone, and tried to slow her ragged breath.

She fell on her back, pressing a hand to her face and the other on her racing heart. Her skin was still tingling, her nipples hard under her shirt, and her sex throbbing in protest.

She sat up again, trying to ignore the sensation that her throbbing pussy caused and left her bed.

Refusing to let her flesh win, she peeled of her clothes and hopped in the shower washing away her arousal and dirty dreams while making a mental note to stay away from Kaiden as best as she could.