Fuck Me Like You Did in Your Dreams

I don't know what I expected when I jumped into my car at 10:00 at night. Nothing good could come from this heat-of-the-moment trip two hours out of town. Nevertheless, the door closed, the engine roared to life, and I hit the road. Two hours later, I stood outside of her campus apartment.

"Hey, I'm here," I said into my phone.

"Be right down." Daisy sang. "Did you bring food?"

"What do you think?" I asked playfully. I hefted the bag of sandwiches that I'd picked up on my way over. The 24 hour sandwich shop had been our go-to back in high school.

"Good. Because you're not coming in without it," she stated with a laugh. A minute later, the door swung open.

Daisy's dark hair hung in a relaxed messy bun, several strands hanging between her shoulders. Her almond eyes sparkled as she wrapped her arms around my torso. I hugged her, my arms loose around her shoulders. Daisy's head only came up to my chin, making for an awkward, bent-knee hug.

"Can I come in?" I asked.

"Food?" Daisy raised an eyebrow. I raised the bag of sandwiches. "Alright, fine."

I followed Daisy up several flights of stairs, my eyes darting around as I tried not to watch her hips. Her yoga pants successfully highlighted her curvy figure as she danced up to her floor.

"Food on the counter, drinks in the fridge," Daisy said, gesturing towards the kitchen as she sauntered into the apartment. "I think my roommates are all away for the weekend, so don't worry about having to meet people."

"Oh, good," I laughed, setting the sandwiches on the counter. "Do you want a drink?"

"Yeah, whatever's in the door," Daisy said dismissively, plopping down onto the couch. I grabbed a couple bottles and joined her in the living room where she was choosing a playlist. "Hope you like pop, cause I'm not changing it."

We navigated the typical small-talk catch up, though I realized that I didn't have much to share. Daisy, it seemed, had a million things going on. She had joined a debate team, tried out for swim club, taken on an extra load of classes to finish a minor, and started volunteering. No wonder she never had any free time.

While we caught up, I caught a whiff of something sweet, like the smell of flowers. Was she wearing perfume?

"Dude, are you smelling me?" Daisy accused, eyebrow lifted. "Perv."

"I... no..." I stuttered, trying to recover, but Daisy only laughed. "You're an ass."

"Alright, perv, I'm wearing perfume," Daisy conceded. "Big deal. I had a lunch date today."

A lunch date? Daisy hadn't mentioned any dates before. For some reason, it rubbed me the wrong way.

"Oh?" I asked, "What was their name?"

"His name was Rod," Daisy told me, "and he's a total douche."

We laughed as Daisy ran through her list of grievances with poor Rod. Glad that she had let the "perv" thing go, I slouched back into the couch. It was nice to catch up with her. Even after all the years apart, we fell into a comfortable banter. I realized that I was more relaxed around Daisy than I was around other people. She knew everything about me, after all, and I do mean everything. We had talked about our relationships, our fears, regrets, nothing was a secret between us.

"Can you grab the remote?" Daisy asked lazily, bringing me back to reality. I looked to the coffee table, where the remote was well within her reach.

"Here you go," I grabbed the remote, rolling my eyes, and offered it to her. As Daisy reached for the remote, I pulled it out of her reach.

"Give it to me," she grunted, reaching further.

"It's right here, Daisy," I taunted, holding it out to the other side of my body. She lunged for it, reaching across my body, but I lifted it over my head before she could grab it. The warmth of her body stretched across mine was welcoming, comfortable even.

"Come on, Ty," Daisy pleaded, "Give it!"

She reached for it again, grunting as she settled onto my lap, defeated. Her eyes were level with mine now, and I saw a playful glint in her brown eyes. I shifted underneath her, feeling an embarrassing bulge beginning to grow.

"Almost had it," I taunted, a half grin raising the corner of my lips.

"You're such an ass," Daisy pouted. "Come on, please?"

Daisy reached higher, and grabbed my wrist, pulling it down between us. Her eyes narrowed as she settled back to my lap. Daisy shifted, pressing down onto me. Her face was only a few inches away from mine, close enough that I could feel her warm breath. My heart was racing, a wild fantasy unfolding in front of me.

Our hands, tangled with the remote between them, hung between our chests as the weight of the situation settled around us. Daisy's gaze met mine, the tension between us was palpable. When she started leaning in, I froze, my body refusing to respond to my impulses.

"I know you were checking me out earlier," Daisy whispered softly, her lips grazing my ear as she leaned against me. I felt what must have been every inch of her body along mine, her legs straddling my lap, torso and chest pressed firmly against mine as she leaned into my ear. Our hands had dropped, the remote lost to the floor.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. I tried to sink my butt into the couch so I didn't poke her.

"Uhhuh," Daisy laughed lightly. "You don't remember staring at my tight ass on the way up the stairs?"

The image flashed into my mind again. My hesitation was enough of an answer, apparently.

"I thought so," she teased, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "Now, is that the remote in your lap or are you just happy to see me?"

Her brazen line dripped with a knowing confidence.

"Why don't you find out?" I challenged, a moment of boldness coming over me. Daisy pulled back enough to examine my face. Her eyes sparkled in the light, her lips curved into a wicked smile. My heart nearly stopped. Daisy rocked gently in my lap twice, making sure to press firmly down onto my needy bulge.

"Oh, I don't think it's the remote," Daisy observed. "In fact, I think I just felt it move a little."

Her hand came up to my chin, caressing the freshly shaved skin as she leaned closer once again, our foreheads touching, our lips an inch apart.

"You knew this would happen, didn't you," Daisy accused. "What did you expect to happen when I asked you over in the middle of the night?"

"I don't know," I breathed, my lip grazing hers as we exchanged words. She had started to grind on my lap in maddeningly slow motions. "Are you sure this is a good idea?"

"I don't fucking care," Daisy admitted, her voice deep with need as she kissed me. My hands instinctively found her waist as our lips parted in a desperate and starved kiss. Daisy's lips were impossibly soft on mine. When she pulled away, I put a firm hand to her head and pulled her back.

"Desperate boy," Daisy laughed as our lips collided again, tongues tangling in a sloppy embrace. When we came up for air, Daisy shot me a seductive look that could have finished me off. "You're about to have a night you'll never forget, baby."

"Mhmmm," I moaned into her neck as I kissed her rose scented skin. My hands slid smoothly under her shirt and up her back, settling at the clasp of her bra. Daisy had her shirt over her head just as her bra opened, hanging loosely from her bare golden shoulders. The cups sagged away from her chest revealing her mocha brown nipples. I was lost in awe, etching the picture of Daisy's peaked nipples into my memory, as her fingers tightened in my hair and pulled my face into her chest. "Hmm!"

"You don't have to be so gentle," Daisy started as my lips gently grazed her nip. "Ty, please, I've wanted this for just as long as you... have!"

Daisy shrieked as I closed my teeth, sucking at her breast like it was the last thing I'd ever taste. Her hips ground violently against my bulge, her need marking my sweatpants through her yoga pants. My hands tightened at her hips once more, guiding her along my shaft as I bucked up against her sex.

"Daisy, I want you," I breathed, my voice gruff.

"I want you," she echoed, a strained tone to her admission. As she slid off of my lap and onto the couch, I started to get up, looking towards her open bedroom door. Daisy stopped me with a firm palm to the chest, pushing me down onto the couch. Her other hand fumbled with my pants, hurriedly dragging them down to my ankles. "No. Here. Now."

My eyes snapped to Daisy's at her demanding tone. She had discarded her pants and mounted my lap again, her slick sex grinding along the muscle of my thigh. She pulled my shirt over my head, adding it to the pile.

"Ptuh," she spat into her palm and began pumping my cock in her closed fist. "I'm so fucking ready for you, Ty."

"Then what are you waiting for," I whispered, raising my leg against her rapid grinding.

"Tell me you want me," Daisy said breathlessly. "Say it again."

I closed my eyes, the sensation of her fist slickening my cock drowning out my thoughts. Her drenched pussy glided over my leg as she struggled to find release. She would feel amazing, her wetness begging for my shaft. "Yes. I want you, Daisy. Fuck me..."

Daisy shimmied up my body, positioning herself over my tip as she continued priming my cock with her fist. She leaned forward, bracing herself with her free hand, and whispered to me, "thank you, babe."

Before I had a moment to contemplate what she was thanking me for, I felt her warmth swallow my shaft.

"Ohhh...." Daisy let a low moan free as she slid herself onto me. Despite her tight hug, I slid in with ease.

"You're so good..." I managed, eyes fluttering shut as I felt her slide to my base. We paused in that moment, my cock penetrating her completely. I opened my eyes to find her looking down at me, biting her lip. "You're so hot right now..."

"You're so much better than I imagined," Daisy moaned as she lifted herself up and fell back onto me in a tantalizingly slow rhythm.

"You imagined this?" I challenged weakly, my attention focused on keeping myself together as she rose and fell on my lap.

"Ever since we met," she admitted. "And don't pretend that you didn't either."

"Of course I did," I caved, her grip on my cock ripping my sanity from me. "I've dreamed about this."

"Then fuck me like you've been waiting to do for years," she challenged, voice no more than a whisper. I looked up at her, the goddess of a woman riding my cock, and the world seemed to fade until it was only me and her on the couch. "Fuck me like you did in your dreams."

Her plea was the last straw. A wave of starving desire overtook me, the sensation of Daisy's warmth around me the only feeling realized in my mind. I exhaled a breath that I hadn't realized that I'd been holding and wrapped my arms around Daisy's back, pulling her against my chest with my sensitive cock buried inside.

"Hold on," I whispered into Daisy's hair. Her bare chest squished against mine, her skin smooth and cool under my touch. I felt her fingers grip my shoulders in preparation.

"I'm ready," she whimpered, moving as much as she could within my tight grip. I lifted my hips, Daisy lifting with me, and fell back to the couch, thrusting up again as she fell onto me. "Oh fuck... me... hard..."

Her moans drowned out the slapping of our bodies meeting, my powerful thrusts driving Daisy up and down my throbbing cock, her excitement coating me. My own grunts joined her moans as I pounded into her sex until she stopped me.

"St-stop.... Stop..." Daisy stuttered with watery eyes and heavy breaths. Her legs clamped around my hip, her midsection shaking as she reached her climax. "Fuck, Ty..."

My cock slid out of her creamy sex, springing to attention again.

"Ah," I breathed, surprised as her hand wrapped around me again, pumping in twisting strokes.

"Have to keep you ready, babe." Daisy's voice was airy. She continued stroking me as she dismounted and grabbed a pillow, not stopping until she crawled onto the coffee table. She looked back at me over a shoulder, her back arched until her breasts pressed into the table, and her ass wiggling in the air in hypnotic patterns. "Fuck me in doggy, Ty. I want you watching my ass shake this time."

Daisy's knees slid apart and her arch deepened as I approached. I took her ass in my hands, squeezing and pinching the soft skin as I put a foot up on the table and pressed my tip to her entrance again.

"Mmmmm... babe," Daisy moaned, the gentle touch to her sex drawing the whimper from her.

"Daisy," I answered, "I'm not going to last much longer."

"Good," she taunted with a wiggle of her backside that plunged my tip into her. "FIll me up, Ty... give me everything."

I plunged into her again, forgoing any attempt at gentleness. Daisy's moan was primal, stifled by the pillow below her head.

"Do you like it when I fuck your tight little pussy like this?" I teased, thrusting harder as she tried to get out an answer.

"Y-Yes... keep going..." Daisy muttered, barely holding herself together. Each thrust drove me closer to my own climax, her tightness seemed to be squeezing it out of me. "Almost... there..."

I dug my fingers into her ass, clenching with each plap of her ass against me, grunting with her moans as my tip hit her walls.

"Cum for me babe," I grunted, maintaining my punishing pace. "Finish on my cock while I fill you up!"

"Oh my god..." Daisy moaned, her voice high as she finally let go, exploding into her second orgasm. Her tightness spasmed around me, goading every drop of my seed from me.

We stayed like that, frozen in the moment until both of our orgasms had passed. Daisy fell flat to the table, exhausted, and I fell back to the couch.

"I can't believe we just..." I started in a daze.

"Mhmmm, did I live up to your dreams?" Daisy rolled over, spreading her legs and dipping a careful finger into her sex. My seed pooled at her entrance, dripping out of her in bulbs mixed with her excitement. She brought her cum-covered finger to her mouth, sucking it clean.

"Yes," I breathed, feeling nothing but ecstasy.

"Good," Daisy purred, sliding off of the table and back into my arms. She turned to face me, her head buried in my chest. "Just hold me, okay?"

"Anything you want," I agreed, a smile stuck to my face. Before we knew it, we were both drifting off to sleep on the couch, the scent of our passion still lingering in the air.