A/N Wished by Airwaveee. I hope you like it (:
WORDCOUNT: 1747
WARNINGS: NSFW
[83]-Were you having a sex dream?
[94]-Oh god you're so much better than the last person I was with.
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"Oscar." I moan, my eyes rolling back at the first thrust he offers me. Being bend over the kitchen counter wasn't how I expected to be greeted by my boyfriend when I arrived at his apartment, but I don't mind at all. After a hot make out session we didn't make it to the bedroom and decided to stay in the kitchen, giving in the lust.
My nipples touch the cold surface of the kitchen counter while my hips get pressed against the edge of it with every thrust Oscar offers me. There probably will be some bruises later but that isn't a problem. Some of the thrusts force me to stand on my tiptoes, making my legs almost give in but I can keep myself steady, helped by Oscars hands holding me tight.
Another moan leaves my lips and just when I think the pleasure reaches its high it fades and everything around me is turning black. It takes me a few seconds to realise that I am in a bed, closely cuddled to my boyfriend of a few weeks and just had a sex dream. I keep my eyes close, being a bit ashamed of my dream and I hope I didn't moan in my sleep.
Slowly I turn a bit around, trying to wriggle out of Oscars grip but his arm curls around my waist, pulling me back against his chest. I sight inaudible but relax against his body. We share a mumbled good morning and Oscar peppers some soft kisses onto my cheek, making me giggle before I finally open my eyes and look up to him.
"Were you having a sex dream?" Oscar asks me out of nowhere and I am speechless. I can feel how my cheeks get warm, indicating that the blood is gathering there and is making my face turn into a reddish colour. Trying to leave the bed I bring distance between Oscar and I but before I can leave Oscar grabs me again.
"No, stay here. There is no need to be embarrassed." Oscar reassures me and deep down I know that he is right. I don't need to be embarrassed by having a sex dream of my boyfriend but at the moment I still am. We did talk about sex before, but I don't know much more than that we are both aren't virgins anymore what would have changed some things in how we are going to approach having sex.
"I need to get ready Oscar." I still try to find a reason to leave the bed and calm myself a bit down because I still feel how aroused I am, but I don't want to pressure Oscar into having sex right know. Like the tries before this one get also stopped by Oscar who is holding me in bed.
"Let me give you a reason to stay in bed." He mutters almost seductively into my ear, making me shiver lightly because his breath is brushing over my skin. "Or do I have to take things in my on hands?" Oscar adds, rolling onto his back, making me turn curiously.
He slides his hands down his bare chest before he dips the right one under the blanket and probably under his boxershorts. Lulling his head back Oscars seems to start to pleasure himself. I can only see his movements under the blanket, but the sight alone is making the lust taking control over my body again. After hesitating for a few more seconds, I decide that there is no longer the need to run away because Oscar and I both seem to be ready for the next step.
I lean down, placing my lips on his and pushing my tongue trough when a surprised moan leaves his lips. My fingers dance over the skin of his chest, teasing the sensitive parts of his skin a bit before I gently roll his nipples between my fingertips. Oscar groans and turns his head to the side to catch some breath while I now kiss down his body.
One of my hands joins Oscars under the blanket and I push his away and wrap my smaller hand around his erection instead. Oscars hips buck lightly upwards, trying to get more of my touch while I start to pump up and down his erection. I observe how his jaw is clenched now and change the pressure of my hand a bit, trying to bring him as much pleasure as possible.
"Can I get a taste of you?" I ask him, suddenly wanting to try it and Oscar opens his eyes, looking a bit surprised. "Sure." He mumbles after clearing his throat and I try to note myself that I would ask him later if he ever had a blowjob before or why he is so surprised that I offer him one.
Kicking the blanket away Oscar frees himself from being covered and I pull his boxershorts down to fully undress him. His length is laying prominent against his abdomen, the tip already flushed red, and I look up to Oscar for the last time before leaning my head down to take his erection in my mouth.
Wrapping my lips around it after I wetted them with my tongue to ease the movements a bit. Oscar grabs into my hair, holding them into a makeshift ponytail so that they wouldn't be in the way. My hands hold his hips down when I start to move my head up and down, trying to find a rhythm we are both comfortable with before I start to use my tongue.
Letting it glide over the big vein on the underside of his length or swirl it around the sensitive tip which is slightly oozing with precum. Oscar groans at the feeling of being pleasured and his hips buck a bit up, trying to come even closer to my mouth and when this doesn't work, he pushes my head deeper, making me nearly gag. I hold back against his hand until he stops with the pushing down, probably realising that I wasn't comfortable with it.
Before I can keep up with the blowjob Oscar pulls my head fully away from his middle before he sits up. He cups my cheeks and pulls me into a soft kiss before he shuffles a bit back, leaning against the headboard. I follow him, straddling his hips and now feeling his length against my tight what make me a bit impatient.
Oscar slowly undresses me from my shirt, sighting softly when he sees my naked body for the first time before I help him with removing my panties. When I ask him for protection Oscar points at the nightstand. A condom is quickly found and rolled over Oscar's erection. I lift my hips a bit to make it easier for Oscar to align himself with my entrance before I sink down again, taking as much as I can from his.
"What do you like?" Oscar asks me, his hands holding my hips tight while his thumb brushes in little circles over my skin. "Kiss my neck." I mumble when I slowly start with riding movement. Lips brushing over my neck was always my weak spot and I don't mind a bite or two. The older one's lips attach to my neck, first peppering some soft kisses over it before he sucks on the skin, creating some marks.
I hold myself steady on his shoulders while I keep up with my riding movement getting some help from Oscar who is guiding my hips, pulling me sometimes deeper and harder down, indicating that he is getting a bit impatient. His teeth graze over my pulse, making me whimper and I throw back my head when Oscar's teeth dig lightly into my skin.
Oscar seems to have enough of me being in charge because he flips our bodies, making me lay under him in the bedsheets before he starts rolling his hips into mine at his one pace. He sits up a bit, lifting me onto his knees, creating a whole new angle, making his erection touch the best spots in my body.
"Touch yourself for me." Oscar instructs me, making me open my eyes for a second before I need to close them with the next wave of pleasure. I let one of my hands wander between my tights after I wetted them a bit and start to circle them around my clit while Oscar is still thrusting in and out with a good pace.
"Mh, that's good." Oscar praises me, pushing in with a bit more force now without hurting me. My fingers try to keep up with his rhythm but soon I just rub with more pressure because I already feel so close to my orgasm that I want to finish this to bathe in pleasure.
My hips meet the thrust of Oscar a bit and some grunts leave his lips when he hears my whimpers and feels me clenching around his length. "Oscar." I moan when his tip finds my g spot and now hits the bundle of nerve endings with every target thrust. Rolling my clit between my fingers in addition is the last drop I need and the knot in my abdomen snaps, sending me over the edge, ripping Oscar with me into an orgasm.
Our breathing is a bit heavier, and we both need a moment to calm down. In the meantime, Oscar pulls his length out and disposes the condom before he comes into the bed again, pulling the blanket over our naked bodies to keep us warm.
"Oh my god you're so much better than the last person I was with." Oscar sights, curling his arm around my waist to pull me closer to him. "Yeah? What was she like?" I giggle because I am curious what makes Oscar think that I am better in bed than the last person he was with.
"The classic starfish plus she never gave me a blow- or hand job because... I don't even know why." Oscar explains and shrugs his shoulders in the end. This doesn't sound like he had much fun in his past sex-life, but I am going to change this and show him how exiting it can be.
"Well, expect some exiting things for the future." I whisper into his ear while thinking about the sex dream I had earlier which could become the reality in the future.
"I look forward to it."