Slap, slap, slap, slap rang out as Michael's hips hit my ass.

I could still taste his saltiness on my lips.

Slap, slap, slap, slap.

There was no mercy, no letting up.

Slap, slap, slap, slap.

With each collision of Michael's hips against my ass, his hands tightened on my hips as he pulled me toward him.

Slap, slap, slap, slap.

His cock slipping deeper and deeper into me each time.

Slap, slap, slap, slap.

My face scrunched up and moans escaped from my lips.

Slap, slap, slap, slap.

My hands dug into the edge of the mattress and my feet lifted up off the bed.

Slap, slap.

Then it was gone. There was only silence. My camisole was pulled up over my breasts and my panties were slipped down to my knees. My fingers of my right hand were wet and spreading my pussy lips.

I was licking my lips and panting. My heart was racing.

I listened for a few seconds. Listening to Michael’s breathing. Is he awake? Did he hear me?

Nothing. There was no movement from his side of the bed. Just a very regular breathing pattern. No variations, no gasps, nothing. Just normal sleep.

I needed him. I needed him to wake up right now.

I moved my finger against my clit and a quiver roller up through my body. Oh my God I’m so wet. I must have been dreaming, I realised.

I moved my hand into the no man’s land of the bed, those two feet that separated us while we slept.

One inch I moved my hand and froze. Spreading my little finger out to feel for his warmth, nothing. Another inch, still nothing. Another and still nothing.

I caressed my clit again and again a quiver rolled through my body causing me to tense. I let out a silent breath.

I quickly rolled onto my side and closed the distance between us. I pressed my back against his chest and pulled his arm underneath my head and froze.

Would he respond? Would he just fall back into his deep sleep?

I held my breath and waited.

He crossed his arms across my chest and cupped each of my bare breasts with his hands.

Then there was complete stillness. Nothing. His breathing returned back to its original rhythm.

I could feel his hot but limp cock pressing against my ass. I spread my legs and moved his cock between my thighs and rested it against my pussy and closed my legs. Cradling his cock against my womanhood.

Nothing. No movement.

I reached down to where his cock tip was sticking out between my legs and lightly caressed underneath the tip.

I traced up to the tip and back down. He stirred and hardened slightly.

Caressing his cock softly I moved back up to the tip and I found the hot wetness of his precum. I swirled my finger in the precum and brought my finger up to my lips and tasted him. Tasted his wonderful saltiness.

I returned my hand to his cock and started to rub the underside of his cock with my fingers again and returned to this tip to find more precum. I dipped my finger into the precum and brought it up to my mouth and rubbed my finger across my lips.

“I need you now,” I whispered silently into the air.

I pressed his hardening cock up against my pussy. Pressing so he would enter me. I shifted my hips and pressed him up so his cock tip slipped easily into me.

I wanted more.

“Please fuck me,” I silently begged the air.

I rocked my hips back and forth letting his hard cock slip ever so slightly into me.

Michael moved his hand onto my hip and rolled over on top of me in one swift and sudden move. His cock never separating from my body. In his next motion he lifted my bottom up so I was kneeling with my ass in the air and my chest on the bed.

He thrust into me.

Slap

His hands tightened on my hips.

Slap, slap.

A moan escaped my mouth.

Slap, slap, slap, slap.

I could taste his precum as I licked my lips.

Slap, slap, slap, slap .

My ankles and feet lifted up into the air and my body tensed against the assault.

Slap, slap, slap, slap.

My body spasmed and froze. My mouth opened in a soundless scream as Michael pulled me hard against him.

SLAP.

Michael thrust his hips deep into me lifting me upward. My knees were off the bed and my lower body was suspended in the air by his hands on my hips and his cock deep within me.

SLAP

A wetness spread inside of me and spilled out of my body and onto my thighs.

Then there was nothing. Only silence as we tried to catch our breath.

“What was that all about?” Michael panted.

“I had a dream about you,” I whispered and kissed his lips.

"You really have some really fun dreams," Michael said and kissed me back.

In minutes we were both asleep. My camisole was pulled up over my breasts and my panties were down to my knees and Michael’s now softening cock was wet against me.