Love Bites
Chapter 41

Cory opened his eyes to darkness. Eyes adjusting to the fish tank’s dim light, he rolled over towards his closet and saw the outline of what looked like a mannequin in shiny underclothes.

The light reflection off the hair almost matched the material. It moved and the sheet raised.

The figure slid into the bed, facing him. Again, he was looking into those violet eyes.

“I’m beginning to think my dreams are evil. Or I’m really, really sexually repressed.”

“Maybe your mind is trying to tell you something,” that now familiar southern drawl said to him.

“Well, might as well get this over with,” he said, pulling his shorts down some. He saw the gleam of white teeth. A smile.

“Not so fast. I need my fix too,” she said stroking him softly.

“Um, I’ve never…”

“It’s your dream and I have to show you?”

He signed and said, “I guess you don’t have to, but if I don’t do something right, you should tell me.”

“Deal.”

“Where do I start?”

Annabelle rolled over onto her back and with her free hand, put his on her stomach. “Use your imagination. Or rather, use it more,” she said and slid her hand over his rising member.

Cory moved his hand over her stomach, feeling the soft skin and the slow rise and fall of her breathing. Moving his hand lower, he found her bellybutton and traced around it, then putting his finger into it.

Coming out, he traced a line down to the waistband of her panties. These didn’t have lace like the pair she had given him earlier. Running his fingers down, he felt a slight rise, and then drop off between her closed thighs.

He slid one finger in the gap at the top of her thighs and she twitched slightly. He pulled his fingers back up, using his nails to drag over the satiny fabric back to the waistband.

Sliding one finger under the elastic, he moved it side-to-side from one hip to the other, and back to the middle.

Umm, came from Annabelle.

Might as well have fun in my dream, he thought and slowly slid his finger under the waistband. The skin was baby soft as the flesh rose and his fingers encountered downy stubble.

He paused and she said, “Peach fuzz, just for you.”

He ran his hand over it a little before going further. As he got further down, he felt her spread her legs wider. His four fingers were together and as he reached the start of the curve down, his middle lowered into the sinking flesh.

He felt the upside-down vee of flesh and the firm bump it contained and felt her reaction as his finger passed over it, continuing down until it stopped at the entrance of her opening.

“Oh god, don’t you dare stop now,” she said.

He slid his finger into her warm, wet, waiting hole. With his finger as far as it would go, he moved it around some, feeling, not knowing what he was doing.

He pulled his finger out and slid it up again. It was easier now that it was slick. Finding the nub of skin again, he pushed it around and rubbed on it.

This earned him a moan and faster breathing.

“Oh yeah. Put your finger back in and use your thumb there.”

He followed her instructions, and it wasn’t long before she was panting.

She still had him in her hand, and she started moving him in rhythm to his own movements. Between pants, she said, “Thumb stiff, and middle finger in and out.”

He did so and her breathing increased further. “Faster.”

He did.

“Harder,” she told him.

His fingers were making an obscene slapping sound, but he didn’t care as she was moving faster as well.

“Almost… alm-” she shuddered, and her muscles clamped down on his fingers and she squeezed him, causing him to orgasm as well.

It took a minute before she relaxed enough he could remove his finger.

She pulled his hand out of her panties and stuck his middle finger in her mouth and sucked. Releasing his finger, she rolled towards him and kissed him.

As their tongues met, he could taste bubblegum and something tangy.

“That concludes tonight’s dream. Hope it was fun for you,” she said, and he fell asleep.