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From Dreams to Reality	By : Pat4pat Category: +M through R > Metalocalypse > Het- Male/Female Views: 1566 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I hope you have as much fun reading this as I had writing it... :)
Pat
Oh my God! Dude! This is finally gonna happen!
Closing (and locking) his door, Pickles turned to see Layla sitting on his bed, her legs dangling from the edge. In the dim light of his room, he could see a drop of water travel from her long leg and cling with earnestness onto her toe until it splashed onto his floor. With eyes aflame, Pickles sauntered over to the bed and stood in front of Layla. She gazed up at him, her cheeks burning as red as his hair. But she didn't break eye contact with him, even when Pickles gently pushed against her shoulders, easing her back onto the bed. Pickles slowly crawled on top of her until his face and body were perfectly in line with hers. He straddled her, resting on his hands and knees so as not to place pressure on her body yet. A couple droplets of water came down from his dreads, landing on her lips. Balancing, he brought one hand to slowly brush away at her lips.
I use to have wet dreams about you…jerked off to you. Now you're right in front of me.
Pickles' cock twitched as Layla brought her tongue out, brushing his fingers, to remove the last of the water droplets. He wanted her tongue to brush other areas of his body, exploring, tasting. Not yet. He had other plans for her first.
In Pickles' fashion, he was the first to break the silence. "You're fucking hot" he whispered.
Layla blushed and averted her eyes from his gaze. "No, I'm not. I'm so awkward."
"Babe," Pickles began, "You turn me on. See what you do to me?"
Pickles lowered his groin into Layla, rubbing his hard length against her damp skin. A slight gasp left Layla's lips as she brought herself to face Pickles once more. She could feel his heat beneath his swim suit, rubbing against her bare leg. Her hands clutched at his forearms, feeling his rushing pulse through his pronounced veins.
The tension straining against his swim wear seemed unbearable; the sweet torment of his cock was ruthless. Of course she was beautiful, couldn't she see the desire swirling within his eyes? The desire screaming through every pore on his body?
"Pickles…" Layla purred, waiting for him. He was in control, the teacher, and she was eagerly anticipating his next move.
He gently lowered the rest of his body onto hers and secured her lips with fiery passion. He took all her mouth offered, biting at her lips, thrusting his tongue against hers, smacking wetly against her mouth. They were plump and swollen from his aggressive advances, but she took all of it, relishing in the feel of his warmth above her. His hard member twitched and rubbed against her thigh, her breasts heaved upwards into his bare chest. Excitement and anticipation coursed through Layla's veins like fire, igniting new emotions within her.
She took a breath when Pickles' kisses advanced to her neck, sucking and licking. Closing her eyes, a faint smile crept across her lips as his facial hair tickled against her throat. She grasped onto one of his dreadlocks and tugged playfully, enjoying the attention given her.
Layla could hear Pickles chuckle into her neck, kissing lower and lower. He ran his hands up her sides and stopped just short beneath her breasts. Layla opened her eyes as Pickles ceased his pleasure on her throat and was now gazing down upon her breasts. She shifted uncomfortably, not sure why he had stopped.
Pickles' eyes met hers for only a moment before returning back to their original prize. Her nipples were hardening through the white fabric, straining against it as his groin strained against his own clothing. The water from the hot tub had made her top nearly sheer, revealing two pink buds. With his hands still holding Layla in place by her sides beneath her breasts, Pickles lowered his mouth to one nipple, gently taking it into his mouth through the wet fabric of her bathing suit. Layla moaned, arching her back and closing her eyes, as she felt Pickles' tongue flatten against her erect nipple. She clutched onto his back as his tongue slowly swirled in circles around her sensitive bud.
His heart raced and his fingers gripped into her sides. He could feel her sweetness through the fabric, entering his mouth and enchanting his tongue. His tongue swirled around her nipple, his mouth still securely latched. It hardened against the foreign intrusion, its nerve endings quivering with newfound passion.
With a wicked grin, Pickles lifted his face to look back up at Layla. Her mouth was slightly open, panting. Her face was flushed and she squirmed, yearning for something more, something unknown. Pickles knew what she wanted, and he had every intention of fulfilling that need.
She squirmed in frustration as Pickles slowly placed kisses on her soft belly. Layla was still shy and naïve, complete opposite to dream Layla, but Pickles knew that he could make that flame burn deep inside her. He was sure of it.
Pickles finished his mouth's trail right below her belly button, where her swim bottoms began. He made sure Layla was watching as he slowly brought his hand to where his mouth had left off. Her eyes widened, watching, waiting. Pickles' hand hovered over her, slowly lowering to meet her core. With his thumb, he placed pressure onto the wet fabric, feeling her heated nub shudder beneath his hot touch.
"Pickles!" Layla gasped, raising herself up on her elbows.
"Shhh, relax. It's ok, I got ya." Pickles gently placed a hand on Layla's shoulders, lowering her back down onto the bed. Her head craned forward to watch his movements. He liked how her breasts, perky from his former advances, heaved up and down in response to his actions, his raw need.
Pickles began to push his thumb a little firmer onto her sensitive nub. He was sure Layla didn't realize the erotic purrs that were escaping her parted lips. He continued his exploration, now softly running his fingers up and down her covered sex.
He ceased when Layla squirmed and quickly looked up at her.
"It tickles." She shyly smiled.
With a devilish smirk, Pickles regarded her. "Sensitive, eh?"
With both hands, Pickles looped his fingers beneath the swimsuit's band. With a look towards Layla, he knew it was ok. Slowly, he pulled the damp fabric down past her thighs, over her knees, and finally off her feet. He discarded the material on the floor beneath them.
Layla had closed her legs, her shy smile still visible. Her pouty lips were begging him to show her more.
"Don't be embarrassed." Pickles gave a reassuring smile.
With both hands, he slowly opened her and gazed down upon her heated core.
"Little Layla…my Layla…" Layla was sure Pickles hadn't realized he uttered these words out loud as he brought a shaking hand back down to her sex.
He ran his fingers once more up and down her tender flesh. The dark tresses of hair brushed against his knuckles. Layla shivered, feeling his calloused fingers carefully brush against her most sensitive region.
"You're wet." Pickles gave a crooked smirked, lust gleaming within his dark eyes.
"Is that bad?" Layla asked with concern.
Pickles seemed lost in his own thoughts, entranced within her. "No. No, it's a good thing."
With his thumb and pointer finger, he gently spread her pink flesh open. It glistened in the dim light of his room, beckoning him. With his other hand, he lightly touched her swollen nub with one finger.
Layla's hips bucked slightly in response. With glassy eyes, she watched Pickles' movements with utter fascination, watching him control her body with simple caresses. Their eyes met and a wicked grin spread across Pickles' face.
"Do you know what this is?" Pickles lightly brushed the swollen nub again.
This time a low moan escaped Layla's lips. "No." she panted.
"Your clit." Pickles wicked grin widened with lust, "It's swollen. And you know what that means?"
Layla, now utterly at the mercy of Pickles' touch, could only shake her head no.
"It means it wants some attention."
With that, Pickles lowered his head and placed his mouth over her clit and began to suck. Layla cried out in ecstasy, grabbing hold of his head, tugging absent-mindedly on his red dreadlocks. The feeling was incredible. Thousands of nerve endings seemed to be shooting electricity into her mind, sending signals of utmost pleasure throughout her entire body. Instinct seemed to take over, and Layla surprised herself as she rocked her hips into Pickles' mouth. Pickles released his suction and began to lap lustfully at her tender flesh.
He would use long strokes of his tongue, all the way up and then all the way down. Then he would quicken his pace with short and direct attention on solely her clit. He used his thumb and pointer finger to open her flesh up more, un-hooding her tender nub and leaving it defenseless against his mouth's desires. A strange sensation was building up inside of Layla, like a pent-up thunderstorm yearning to be released into the heavens and explode into its furious majesty.
Pickles could feel Layla trembling, her hold tightening on his hair. He knew that she was nearing her release. He felt pride and possessiveness in being the first and only man to see Layla in her true beauty, to be the first to touch and taste her so intimately. A raw need filled Pickles to help Layla reach her high, driving her through and over the edge. She was his obsession, and now she was allowing him to take her places she'd never even dreamed of before. With dominating force, Pickles quickened his advances on Layla's swollen clit, licking faster and sucking harder.
With his other hand, Pickles brought his middle finger towards her core's opening. Layla could feel his calloused finger gently circling her opening while he continued to lap at her swollen flesh. More nerve endings began to buzz in excitement to this new intrusion. A knot was forming in her stomach. Layla didn't know how, but somehow she knew that knot would find release soon with Pickles' help. Just…a little…further…
Pickles' finger slowly glided into her core, aided by her slickness. Pickles latched onto Layla's swollen nub one last time, sucking her while sliding his finger in and out of her heat.
Layla shuddered against his hand and mouth, shivering with a foreign sensation. Fire was seeping through her veins, her nerves, her entire body. Her back arched while erotic moans escaped her lips as she clutched onto the bed sheets above her head for dear life. A fast and rhythmic pulse was coursing through her core, electrified by Pickles' tongue and finger.
Pickles could feel Layla orgasm. The nub still trapped within his mouth trembled in unison with the trembling of her body. Her core tightened and pulsed against his finger; her orgasmic juices running to coat his hand. He could taste her sweetness against his tongue, relishing in its flavor. Her cries of passion were like music to his ears, enveloping him in pride that he, and only he, was able to take Layla past the point of pleasure.
He finally released his hold on Layla once her body calmed. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he sat up on his knees. Looking down, Pickles was sure he had never before seen a more beautiful site. Layla, her hair now free and splayed over the sheets, was gazing back up at Pickles. With eyes half mast, she seemed in her own world, post orgasm, and in utter contentment. Her chest was beginning to slowly rise up and down as her breathing came back to normal. Layla glistened like a goddess, her body shimmering from a sweat. Pickles could've sat and watched her for an eternity, the beautiful and well sated Layla, his Layla.
After a few moments had passed, Layla finally caught her breath. "Was that sex?"
He smirked down at Layla. Lowering himself, he placed a soft kiss on her lips.
"No. That was just the appetizer."
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