In Her Dreams

mate pursuit.
I finally move back to Jen’s clit, and her soft, plaintive mewls turn into ragged moans as I torture her tiny nub to nearly coming.
She’s wet and writhing beneath me, legs tensing as I kiss her center, then pull back, then kiss her again and again. The only thing left on her is her chemise, which is hiked up around her chest, and between little licks of her sex, I pull the satiny fabric higher, giving me access to stroke my thumbs over her nipples.
“Ah, Reve.” Her sigh is like a whisper in the empty captain’s cabin, and only the light splashing of waves against the sides of the ship and the crisp scent of ocean are present to bother us as I go back to worshipping her clit.
Every time I touch her, arousal so strong it burns inside me like molten metal surges deep within my core. I’m as hard as a rock, tense from every breath, every twitch of her body, or grasp of her hands as they seek purchase on her surroundings.
“Close?” I ask, pausing only for a moment before I go back to her center. I like communication, like hearing the sound of her voice strained from arousal.
“So close. So—”
But my tongue on her is enough to throw her over the edge, and Jen tightens beneath me, body coiling before her hands explode out to her sides, clenching as she thrashes from the release.
I think she’s the most beautiful in these stolen moments of sticky skin and breathless ecstasy.
“So beautiful. So perfect.” So mine.
I want to say the words out loud. But I also know it’s been a hard day for Jen, know she’s taking things one at a time.
But it doesn’t change what I know deep inside.
The thing that one day I hope Jen sees too.
She relaxes against the bed, but seeing her come only makes me more ravenous for her. Hungrier to the point of being insatiable.
I pull her legs over my shoulders, trapping them there as I push her toward another release.
“Particularly excited tonight, aren’t you?” She purrs beneath me, legs tightening as I suck her lightly, increasing the intensity slightly second over second until her hips buck against me with arousal.
“Starving. And I aim to take my fill, Captain.” I say the last word as I look up at her, knowing full well who’s in charge in this moment.
Her brown eyes glance down at me, her face flushed, skin glowing.
“I wanted to say something piratey in response, but it’s hard to think with your head sitting between my legs.” She lets out a gasp as my warm breath goes over her sex.
“It’s going to be a lot harder in a moment,” I reply, and I gather her hands in mine and bring them to my hair. I know she loves to touch it, and she’s going to need to hold on for this next orgasm.
She hesitates for a second. But the instant my mouth closes over her center, small fingers tighten on my teal locks, and the tension in my scalp is only further evidence of the effect I have on Jen.
I kiss and suck, rolling the base of my tongue over her as I lap up her wetness, slick and delicious on my mouth.
“More. More.” She’s gasping, arching her back from arousal, but with nowhere to go, there’s only me and her and what I love doing to her.
I reach a hand to her center, sliding a finger along her wet entrance, teasing her there.
“Yes, you like this, don’t you? You like when I tease you here?”
Her eyes fly down to meet mine, body hanging on the precipice of release. But I want to draw this out, make her feel everything.
She nods desperately, and I slide in one finger, hooking up to tease the sensitive spot in her slick sheath.
“You’re so wet. So ready for me. I love that you can’t help your reaction to me.” I kiss her clit, then insert another finger, stroking slowly.
Jen moans, eyes shut but body completely alive as I tease her externally and internally, forcing her to the edge and back over and over.
And just as she’s about to come, I wait. I can feel her core tighten. Feel her one breath away from release, then pull back.
“This is… torture… Reve.” Her breasts bob from heavy breaths, body glistening.
“Good.”
She’s so strong, such an incredible person both as a woman and as a mother.
And I’m just so lucky to be with her.
She’s still close, still tight. Even her pussy clenches around my fingers as I kiss up her hips, worshipping her body even as our souls connect on a level far beyond anything physical.
But now I need to see her fall apart.
I’m using three fingers now, stroking with a steady rhythm even as my tongue is licking across her clit with heady fervor. To my surprise, she starts to move against my hand, quickening the pace until she’s flying far past the edge that I’ve held her over for so long.
She curses, and I hold her steady as a long, arduously wonderful orgasm rips through my dream mate.
And I soak up every second of it.
The wooden bed creaks as she strains in release, her moans softening as all the pent-up arousal breaks over her like crashing waves. And when she finally relaxes against me, I slowly draw her legs off my shoulders and place a trail of kisses up her abdomen and over her breasts until, finally, I claim her lips with mine.
Without hesitation, she opens to let in my tongue, and I capture her muffled sounds as I plunder her completely.
All booty jokes aside, Jen’s booty is mine and no one else’s.
When I pull away, her brown eyes are glistening, sparkling likes stars, and I can sense the question on her lips before she even speaks.
“Reve?”
“Yes?”
“Can we go all the way? I mean here, in this place?” She bites her bottom lip lightly, and I lean down to nibble it, dragging my teeth ever