Chapter 13 - Sweet Dreams II

Clara

Once more, I found myself in a dream. This time I am standing in a vast field of what looked like wildflowers and dandelions, and the sky above is illuminated by twinkling stars and the bright blue moon. It is, in other words, an unbelievably otherworldly place that is only ever possible to exist in a dream or a fantasy world. I quickly sensed the presence of another being or someone else behind me. Even though I could not see him directly, I was still able to feel his strong presence. The air had the scent and feel of a warm summer breeze and warm rain whenever he was near.

I always felt that he was the one who was surrounding me with so much warmth and that he was keeping me safe. His presence is somehow quite comforting and soothing to me. Knowing this fact made me feel at ease, and because these dreams started happening after I found out I was pregnant, I can only assume that they have something to do with my pregnancy.

I am aware that I am with the same man, and in nearly every one of my dreams, I couldn't seem to see his face. He is a complete stranger to me, yet he felt so familiar to my soul. I can tell by the way he moves, how he feels, and what he smells that everything about him is bizarrely familiar, like I have known him all my life. I can't tell for sure why that is, and it has baffled me ever since the dreams started happening. I couldn't help but be drawn in by the man's enticing scent. He reminds me of pine needles, sandalwood, and the refreshing light rain of summer. I can also tell that he has the same tattoos on his arms, and I can make out a script scribbled delicately on his left torso.

I didn't like it when everything came to a drastic and abrupt end when the urge to see his face overwhelmed me, so now I've learned that whenever I start to feel his presence in my dreams, I make sure to enjoy every moment of it.

I like how he touches me, how familiar he seems to be with my body, and how he knows exactly where to handle me in every nook and cranny to elicit a sigh of pleasure and an ecstatic and explosive release almost every time. It's impressive how well he knows how to get my cheeks burning red or how to make my skin heat up in anticipation of his touch.

Never in my life have I known a man with such great physical strength and form that the only characters that come to mind that fit the bill are from fictitious legends and comic books. It's impossible to believe that he could be real. His physique is very similar to that of Greek and Roman deities shown in museum sculptures. It is inconceivable for a living man to have a physique that feels so good in my hands—firm and magnificently chiseled, almost like marble, yet warm and obviously hot-blooded.

I constantly wake up horny, and there is no way that I can find relief in the waking world as he only appears in my dreams. It's impossible to resist him.

My only solace is the undeniable sensation that he gives me, which is something that I have never had from anyone else. Given that he might just be a creation of my overactive imagination and unbalanced hormones, this may seem absurd, but it is all I have to go on, and I am relishing it while it lasts.

When I first met him in my dreams and had my first taste of how good he is at pleasing a woman, I shamelessly came multiple times with only his tongue. I woke up, and I was adamant that it couldn't have been a dream. Even though it was all in my head, I couldn't believe how real the experience seemed to my body.

I felt him lightly caress me like a feather, and I felt delightful tingles all over my body. They were warm and comforting. I felt so at ease as I lay down in the midst of dandelions and wildflowers, beneath the stars and the moon, that everything else seemed to be just a distant thought. This moment, right here, even if it’s a figment of my imagination, is where I truly belong, in the arms of this man who gives me so much satisfaction and pleasure that I forget that I am currently in a fantasy world and not reality.

He rubbed his hands all over the inside of my thighs, which caused me to immediately start trembling in anticipation of what he’d do next. Another hand gently pinched my nipples, and his other hand left my thighs and then gently massaged my breasts, which felt wonderful considering the fact that they were getting heavier these days. Due to his light touches and the way his lips sucked on one of my nipples while massaging the other, my pussy became even more tingly and moist, and I shamelessly relished his every touch. I could feel my juices leaking out of my pussy, and I saw how his nose flared and he smelled my arousal. I tried to close my legs, too embarrassed by how much he was making me aroused with just a simple touch, and to my amazement, his fingers slowly slithered their way downward, slowly making their way to my stomach and through my moist core.

I heard him barely whisper so closely into my ear, "Open up, babe," but a moan escaped my lips, and I believe I elicited a sly smile from him as I heard him chuckle, "I want to feel how wet you are for me." He said. He seemed satisfied with how he made me moan and moisten so easily from his mere teasing touch that he sucked and licked my neck, making me gasp and my core tingle in response. It made me extremely pleased, if I were being honest. I had no idea that something like this could happen or how sensual I could be.

I let out a loud groan when I felt his lips on my skin. His slightly overgrown beard is also sending undoubtedly sensual sensations through my skin, shooting straight to my core. How precise and deliberate his movements were, and how he concentrated his attention on all of the areas that made me want to squeal with delight as he worked his way over my body. He dragged things out unnecessarily, making me want even more of his touch and sending shivers down my spine. Even though he's only lightly kissing and caressing me with his hands and lips, I have the feeling that tonight will be just as intense as the others we've spent together. How could he have this effect on me if he is merely a dream and a figment of my imagination?

He moved his hand over my clit very slowly and in a circular motion, which caused me to shiver and gasp. Why do his hands feel so good? His touch is driving me mad despite the fact that he is being extremely cautious and slow in his movements, but this pace, however, made the whole experience level up to a whole different level that I just could not coherently explain.

I was immediately aware of his body moving as he shifted his position. This time he placed his head right in the middle of my legs, his nose on my moist pussy lips, and his hot breath against my wet core and clit are both of which brought me to a new level of ecstasy. I know I’m about to experience pleasure on a whole new level. Before I could even stop myself, my hips bucked forward, offering my rather engorged pussy lips directly to his face.

He didn't miss a beat, and he began licking my wet pussy and sucking my nub.

"Oh heavens!" I cried as he inserted his tongue into my slit. He gave off an air of mischief, and I could practically feel his grin. My nub felt so much pleasure from his expert tongue that, if possible, it produced more juice. In a few moments, just when I thought I could no longer take it, I came hard, and I could not help myself as I yelled at the top of my lungs and came in his face before I could control myself. I was completely spent, and he was still lapping my juices, both of us sweating heavily.

After some time, he hugged me from behind, his arousal poking me, but he didn't appear to mind. "Sleep, love." He said this as he held me tightly in his embrace, and after a little while, I leaned into him and slept soundly in his arms.

Will I never have another dream as real as this one if I can't have that experience in my waking life? I couldn't help but worry if I would ever be able to experience the kind of pleasure that would cause me to scream my head off and behave in a way that was inappropriate for a lady in real life. I seriously doubted that it would ever happen to me again.

I woke up on the same couch but felt satisfied and extremely soaked, almost as if I was ready for the real thing.