Hi there!

This is my first attempt at writing lemon, so please bare with me. It's a bit short and nondescript. I'm still trying to find my voice when it comes to smut. This is completely PWP (plot, what plot?), although I might continue with it if I get a good response.

This is rated MA! (Fictionpress doesn't go up to MA, so I settled for M, but it IS MA-rated!) This means that if you're not mature enough to read this (being sixteen and under) then please don't! If you go against my warnings, read at your own risk.

For those of you who are mature enough, please enjoy!

I slip into my bed, the satin sheets' coolness sending a shiver up my spine. My legs get tangled in them as I try to make myself comfortable, resulting in my white silk nightgown being pushed up to my hips. I leave them, knowing that it would be useless to fix them, considering how much I move around when I sleep.

Once settled, I sigh contently, closing my eyes and allowing my exhaustion to pull me into the realm of sleep. But before the darkness takes over and allow my dreams to begin -and I know I will dream- a shiver runs up my spine again. This time in excitement.

In my dreams, I'm still lying in bed, the perfect place to be. I don't have to wait long before I feel it; featherlight kisses along my neck. I sigh; it feels so absolutely real, as if I was actually being kissed. But I know that I am not. My windows and doors are securely locked, and I live alone in this small apartment. The kisses are stronger now, as if to pull me from my thoughts. And I allow them to, promising to enjoy this for as long as it lasts.

A hand slips underneath my covers and lays flat on my stomach. The sudden intrusion should've startled me, but it doesn't. I'm used to it now. The hand belongs to my dream man, an angel or spirit who comes to me in my sleep (incredibly horny), who I know is handsome and strong even though I could never see his face. And we're in love.

A body siddles up to my side now, cocooning me in his warmth. I turn to him automatically, desperately wishing for a kiss. But he never kisses me on the lips. He only ever trails kisses up and down my neck, sometimes biting down gently that sends shots of pleasure throughout my body and makes me moan with desire. Like now.

His hand is swift as it reaches up and cups my right breast. I moan again as he begins kneading it in gentle circles and then roughly before going back to the circles. I'm panting now and we've barely begun.

An ache deep between my thighs makes me press them together to provide relief, and as if sensing my yearning, he moves to lay directly above me, his hard erection pressing into my hot centre. I gasp and groan as he begins grinding against me, making my short breaths even shorter.

His left hand leaves my breast, and I frown at the lost of contact, until I feel both of his hands push my nightgown further up from my hips, past my chest. I arch my back and help him get it over my head, throwing it carelessly into the corner of the room. Now only my black silk panties are in between us, since he never wears clothes when meeting me. I cry out slightly as he takes my hardened nipple into his mouth and sucks on it gently, his other hand squeezing the other breast. All this plus his continuous grinding makes me oh so impossibly wet and I can't take it much longer.

"Please," I gasp, holding his head to my breast, "Please, I can't wait anymore!"

As if agreeing with me, he rips my panties off with amazing strength and plunges into my soaking centre, stretching me past my limits with his thick, hard cock.

I cry out in ectasy, holding onto either side of the bedsheets for support as he thrusts hard into me, setting a rough rhythm. I am overwhelmed by the sensation of being pounded into my bed, and the bed creaks harder as his thrusts become faster and my cries louder.

I won't last long if he continues like this, but I'll die if he stops now. "You're so good! You're amazing!" I shout, allowing my intense pleasure to be heard freely.

"Please don't stop! Oh my God, there! Right there! Don't stop! Oh, God, don't stop, please don't stop!" I scream as he continues thrusting, hiting my g-spot over and over. I cry out as I climax, my toes curling as my back archs off the bed, taking more of his thick cock inside me. My walls tighten around him but he just keeps going, if not faster and stronger than before

I am so sensitive now I'm screaming, and it isn't long before I have another orgasm. It's even stronger than the first one, and my eyes roll back into the back of my head as my body floats to heaven and back. This time he pulls out, collapsing on top of me. His weight is comforting and doesn't feel heavy at all. I smile, running a lazy hand through his thick hair. I wish I knew what colour it was.

As I drift off to a deeper sleep, I feel the press of cool lips against mine. "I love you," I hear, although it's such a quiet, low whisper that maybe I imagined it. Or maybe I really did hear it. My heart leaps at the prospect.

I smile again, even as the weight leaves me and I fall into a dreamless slumber.

I wake up the next morning feeling refreshed. I stretch and yawn, my silk nightgown rising up again. I sit up in bed, blinking blearily around the sunlit room. My eyes fall to the stuffed teddy bear in the corner and I smile mischievously.

A pair of black silk panties laid haphazardly on its head.

And I wore no panties.

Thanks for reading, and please leave a comment so that I can improve.

Please also continue to check in on me, as I will be coming out with a lot more of these, both PWPs and ones with plots.

I write for your pleasure, so if you have any ideas or fantasies ('cause I'm all for fantasies) let me know in a review or by PM-ing me, and if I can write it, I will!

Thanks again!

-Myla