The Starting of Dreams
There's pressure on my inner thigh. Five little spots of small pushes, skimming up my leg as my mind fights for consciousness. I'm in that state of sleep where you know somethings happening outside of your thoughts, but you can't seem to think straight and wake up. But these caresses feel like their slightly more than a dream.
My eyes flutter open and I can barely make out a shape hovering above me, down by my knees. The pressure on my thigh tightens, and a thought slips through my mind: they're fingers. Whose? A part of me wants to freak out. I mean, there's someone in my room, laying on my legs, sliding their hands up my legs to a place where no ones hands should be. Well, without my consent. But somehow I know to stay calm. Whoever this is; I know they won't hurt me.
That, and it's probably a dream.
But that only makes me try to think harder. Who could this be? Who could I be having erotic dreams about? I try focusing harder on the dark shape on me, but my eyes have a light purple haze over them. Blinking, I try to wash away the fog and slowly the shape comes into focus. My breath catches in my throat and my heart starts to pound in my chest.
The absolute hottest guy at my school, probably on this planet. Also, my best friend since fourth grade.
No no no. My mind scolds, this is not supposed to be happening. He is your best friend. You're not supposed to have sex fantasies about your best friend! How in the hell are you going to be able to talk to him at school if you're all tongue tied and thinking about what happened in the dream?
Of course it is.
Oh Lord, I'm going crazy.
My thoughts focus back on Pierce as he chuckles up at me. His warm breath brushes against my lower parts--the most private area between a woman's legs--and makes me realize what's going on. My night gown is pushed all the way to to my chin and my panties seem to be nonexistent. And that hot, burning desire in Pierce's eyes definetly does nto make me want to go on a hunt to find them. Pierce's hand travels even farther up my thigh, making me shiver.
"You've always been so cute when you blush up at me." Pierce says, his voice low, deeper than I've ever heard it, but still the same gentle tone he always talks to me in. The tone that always makes me feel like I'm the only thing in the world. "Especially know, in this situation, where it's spreads even lower." His deep brown, almost black eyed gaze shifts from my eyes to my chest. My heart skipped a beat and my hurt hammered, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. Pierce releases my thigh only to reach up and brush the back of his fingertips on my nippled. My breath catches and Pierce looks up at me, eyes serious.
"My touch does very strong things to you, doesn't it?" I feel myself nod. Why lie--this is a dream isn't it? Pierce continues to stare at me, black hair sliding into his eyes. "If only..." Pierce skims a hand down my stomach, eyes still locked with mine. But I barely even notice. Because that look in his eye is terrible. They go distant, staring into mine with longing, as if he was pleading for me to understand something. To trust him enough to tell him something, to confirm or deny him. To fill him with hope or crush him.
"Pierce," I whisper, sitting up. My hands move to the sides of his face, holding him as close to my face as I dared. He still layed across my legs, but I didn't care. I had never seen my best friend look that upset before. He was always so strong, so brave. What could make him look like that? Whatever is was couldn't be good. Pierce's eyes fill with surprise as he searches my face in return. "'If only,' what? What's wrong?" After only a moment or two, Pierce blinks. A blinding white smile spreads across his face and lights up his eyes. Without my consent, my heart flutters and I feel warmth spread through my chest.
"Nothing, Adalynn. Everything is perfect." The words roll off his tongue so clear and pure I smile back at him. Then I see him shift his arms from the sides of my legs as he sits up. His lips press against mine and electricity zips through my body, igniting my whole body on fire from my hair to my toes in a matter of a second. I gasp against Pierce's mouth and he opens his, gliding his tongue against mine. Before I have time to even think about the fire and lightenging burning in me, my arms wrap tightly around Pierce's neck and I mold my upper body against his. The burning of his hot skin toughing mine sends more shocks through me, making me realize he's wearing about as much clothing as I am--nothing. I feel Pierce's laugh rumble through his chest.
"Don't worry," Pierce mumbles against my mouth, his hands sliding up my back, "You'll get used to it." I can only guess he's talking about the intense blaze burning me everywhere he touches. Don't get me wrong--I've let another guy touch me before. We never went all the way, but I know what it feels like to have a guy touch me where other guys haven't. But this is completely different. Those guys never set my skin on fire, never made me plead for more. Never made me want to let them further.
Pierce kisses me harder than I'm sure I've ever been kissed before. There's this hint of desperation in it that makes my breathing increase. His tongue fighting with mine is almost too much to handle--too much to believe.
This can't be happening. It must be a dream. Pierce is my best friend; he'd never do anything like this with me.
All the more reason to go ahead and give in! If you don't think it's real, what's the harm in it?
Just the fact that it'll be awkward tomorrow at school...
But that seemed to be a problem my body wanted to ignore.
Pierce pushed me back against the bed, hands gripping my hips as he slipped his mouth from mine, moving it to my neck.
"You don't know how long I've wanted to do this. How long I've...But i knew I couldn't do this to you...But you...I can't stay away anymore." Pierce's lips latched onto my neck and gave a little suck of pleasure, making me groan. Pierce groaned with me, gripping my hips harder and planting soft, wet kisses down my neck and between my breasts. Even though my body was ablaze, the place between my thighs was even worse. They needed something, what I didn't know, and they needed it now. And as if knowing my thoughts, Pierce shifted above me, placing himself perfectly between my bent knees. As he raised himself up, his eyes caught mine and even though I really wanted to look to see what had been pressed into my thigh earlier, I couldn't look away from him. His eyes glowed with desire and want and it hypnotized me into being stuck. I couldn't break contact.
Something pressed against my clit and my breath caught in my throat. Slowly it spread down, before finding the deep, dark place it was searching. My breathing was almost nonexistant I was huffing so loud but it didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was my best friend and his dark brown eyes that I loved. As it pushed in my breath slowed down and grew raspy. Whatever it was was doing something strange within me and I didn't want it to stop. It rubbed me just the right way and I liked it. Pierce knew it too because he kept going, all the while starring into my eyes.
But when something inside my legs started to burn with displeasure and definetly pain, I had to look away from Pierce. I yelled out a shriek of pain, my shoulders coming up slightly. It hurt so bad.
"Adalynn." Pierce grabbed my face in his hands, farcing me to look at him again. My breath heaved out of me as the pain started to subside. He had stopped moving. "Adalynn, I know it hurts. I'm so sorry." Pierce's eyes were strangely glittering, almost like they were--
"No! Don't, please! You can't; don't cry." My fingers found their way into Pierce's hair, holding his face and pleading to him to stop. He gave me a small smile.
"I never, ever want to hurt you again, Adalynn. I'm never going to. Do you hear me? I'll never hurt you again, I promise." My breathing calmed and his eyes cleared. I took a deep breath before nodding.
"Okay." Slowly, ever so slowly, Pierce slide all the way in. I tried to hold it all in, to bite my lip and keep from crying out. But every now and then I'd slip up and whimper. Pierce would automatically stop his movement. He'd run his hands through my hair and tell me it was alright, it was almost over. I could feel his arms shaking as he held himself up. I knew this had to be agony for him; to be right here with a girl and have to go so slow. It must hurt to not be able to go how you'd want to. I felt bad.
Something in me ripped and Pierce's hand gripped my mouth to cut off must of my scream. Agony filled me and I knew I was bleeding. I had no idea where, but I did know it shouldn't hurt too much now.
"Adalynn! Adalynn, I'm so sorry!" Pierce removed his hand from my mouth and ran it through my hair.
"No no, it's fine." I huffed out, "I mean it, it's fine." I bit my lip to hold back tears. If I cried, he'd never finish this. And I'd wake up in the middle of the night disappointed it. I just didn't know why it hurt so much even though I was dreaming. "Please. Just, you have to keep going. I-I can't wait anymore." I tilted my hips up slightly, and he slid in even farther, this time without the pain. A look of pure pleasure crossed his face and his eyes closed as he moaned. There was a rumbling noise, and I realized it was from me.
"No. I'm not going to have you wait any longer. Never again." Pierce gripped my hips and moved his back, pulling out of me almost all the way before pulling me closer and pushing back in. My insides started burning again. The familliar tingles and electricity from before coming back ten fold. Hands finding Pierce's back, my nails dug in as I pleaded.
"More, Pierce. Please." And boy did he give more. Sliding out of me again slowly, and he surged forward so fast i grunted with pleased and my fingers clenched. I panted out a breath as he pulled out faster than before, again slicing into me. Over and over again, Pierce used his cock as a weapon of torture on me, lighting my body into fireworks. I never knew it could feel like this; the burning pressure between my legs built as Pierce went faster, driving in and out of me so fast I barely had time to breath. But somehow I was able to force my hips upwards, meeting him each time, forcing him in even deeper. "Ugh, Pierce! How is this happening?" I shouted at him.
That's all the legible words I could get out though, the rest turning into long, very low sounds I didn't even know I could make. My eyes closed as he groaned and put a hand around my mouth to keep me quiet. You could still hear my please for more though. I felt myself tightening around him, my heartbeat quickening, and I knew it'd be over soon. So I dug my nails into him and screamed for him to go as hard as he could, begging for the amazing finish to be there. But a part of me dreaded it. What happeneds after this?
But then Pierce groaned my name so low and hot against my ear it didn't matter. His hand found my clit and pushed down and I screamed again, this time it was muffled byu his tongue. My lower body clenched him as he gave one last mind numbing thrust, and I felt my body release all the fire it had burning in it at once. Everything drained out of me and onto Pierce as my head fell back against my pillow. My eyes locked with Pierce's right before my vision blurred out and I passed out.