by LouCassadine
He was tossing and turning, deep in a fitful sleep. As in most of his other dreams, she was there, laying a calming hand on his forehead, soothing the demons that wrestled with his soul. She always did so, her mere presence calming him. But this time there was more. She leaned forward, her hair forming a curtain around them as she gently kissed his lips. Sweetly. Tenderly.
He reached up for the apparition in his dreams, loving her taste and smell as he deepened the kiss, so familiar with the warm, moist cavern of her mouth. Despite his gentle hands holding her head in place, she dragged her mouth from his, gasping for air, as she pressed open-mouthed kisses across his cheek, down his hair-roughened jaw to the corded muscles in his neck. Her tongue flicked out, teasing him, eliciting a groan as she bathed the hollow at the base of his neck, knowing how it drove him wild.
When his hands tried to move and pull her mouth to meet his, she grasped them and pinned them to the bed at his side, holding him immobile as she licked her way down his chest, drawing a line to his navel and then circling it with her tongue. It delicately flicked inside the depression, drawing another groan from him and a smile from her as she made her way lower. The soft line of hair leading to his groin tickled her nose as her long, golden hair did him. He was writhing, longing to touch her, to feel her, but she was having none of it - she was in control and loving it.
Her sweet mouth inched lower, placing kisses and small love bites on the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, urging his legs apart as she rested between them. Her hands released his to grasp his hips, just as his hands moved to cup her head, tangling in her long tresses, urging her forward as her lips caressed the base of his hard, glistening shaft. She placed soft, feather-light kisses along his length, teasing him before pausing at the tip to flick her tongue against it, teasing him, yet wanting more, as did he. As the gentle pressure of his hands guided her to what gave him the most pleasure, she opened her lips and engulfed as much of him as possible into her warm, wet mouth. The feeling was exquisite and he raised his hips to meet her, reveling in the feel of her mouth surrounding him, up and down, up and down, until he couldn't bear the ecstasy a moment longer. He grasped her head in his hands, pulling her up to meet his mouth and guiding her onto her back as he plunged to the hilt, burying his manhood in her womanly heat. She cried softly as he filled her completely and began the rhythm that would take them both to the peak and back again.
She grasped his strong shoulders, her nails digging into his deeply tanned flesh as ripples of pleasure washed throughout her body with each thrust. Instead of increasing the speed, though, he began to slow down, and a soft whimper escaped her as he slowed almost to a standstill. Still buried deeply inside of her, he lowered his mouth to hers, plundering her lips with his, his tongue mimicking the slight motions of his lower body, bringing her to a shuddering climax.
As her tremors subsided, he slipped from her body, lowering his mouth along the same trail hers had made earlier. He left a wet trail from her neck between her breasts - pausing to lick each nipple to an even tighter peak - down to her navel, which he teased the same way she had his. Then he moved lower, to the damp patch of curly blond hair between her thighs, kissing and licking his way to her core. A low moan of excitement escaped her lips as he found her, caressed her essence with his tongue and teased her, entering her as she writhed beneath him.
Her passions were building again as were his as he flipped her over suddenly, laying her flat on her stomach as he slowly entered her from behind. She was still so tight, enveloping him, slightly raising her hips to meet his thrusts, taking all of him and wanting more. He ran his lips and tongue along the smooth line of her spine, sending shivers through her as his thrusts increased in tempo, driving them both to the peak as they ascended it together. Her cries were muffled in the pillow while his were muffled in her long blonde curls. He collapsed on her back, realizing he was probably too heavy for her, yet knowing he couldn't move if his life depended on it. She twisted beneath him, turning onto her back and pulling his mouth to hers for a sweet, gentle kiss before resting his damp head between her heaving breasts, settling him for the first deep, undisturbed sleep he had had in months . . .
Stefan awoke with a start, sitting up in bed as he ran his fingers through his sleep-mussed hair, trying to remember what had happened. That had to be the most intense, erotic dream he had ever . . .
"Good morning, lover." Laura - his Laura - clad only in an apron, red heels, and a smile, sailed through the door, breakfast tray in hand.
"Coffee, tea or me?"