The perfect dream

Roberta Valente

Valentina woke up sweating, her skin covered in goosebumps, her breath ragged. As on every other night, she had dreamt of Rogério. He was always present in her thoughts, leaving her nights disturbed. She would wake up sweating, trembling, and her heart racing with each appearance of him. This night was no different: he appeared at her door in the early morning, wearing shorts and a t-shirt. She saw his silhouette in the glass of the door; she didn't need to open it to know who it was, she knew that body in every detail. "Hi, how are you?" "I want you, now," Rogério said in a trembling voice. He didn't usually knock on people's doors in the middle of the night wanting to make love, or so she thought. "I wanted you, I had to come, sorry." He didn't let her answer. The kiss, hot yet gentle, intensified and descended; she knew she would be undressed right there at the door even if she didn't go inside immediately. Her nightgown couldn't resist, slipping down her legs. She laid her down right there on the floor covered with a thick rug. She knew she couldn't resist, or rather, that she didn't want to resist his touches. Unlike all the other times, he was eager, daring. The hot kisses were driving her crazy with lust, his fingers between her legs, touching her. Searching for hidden places, she imagined what she wanted; she wouldn't disappoint him. She pulled him to the floor, and before he could protest, she moved his shorts aside. Covered only by the linen fabric, there was what she sought, stiff, nervous. She slowly used her tongue, making her way through the hairs, massaging, rising, until she found the hot liquid running down. She savored it slowly and calmly. She knew how to drive him crazy. With a quick gesture, he laid her face down on the sofa, without a word, and lifted her buttocks. Valentina offered herself without fear; she knew him better than anyone. She was soaked, she felt lust running down her legs. Now he was opening her up. Her hips arched, held firmly by hands that wouldn't let her move. The back-and-forth motion was now rapid, she squeezed him tightly inside her. Then, his fingers between her buttocks, parting the way. She knew what was coming, it was all she wanted at that moment. Rogério grew inside her most intimate parts, he felt her heat, he felt the need to have her at that moment. Now she was desperately climaxing, he too filling her with his hot liquid. Her heart racing, her legs trembling, sweat dripping. That's how she woke up, exhausted from her dream.