I was asleep, sound asleep, because I never heard him come in. I don't know if I was truly dreaming. I may have been because I wove everything into a dream.. So, I was asleep, when I felt something tug at the edge of my consciousness... a mouth, hot and wet, locked onto my nipple, then fingers softly sliding under the blankets, into my panties. I was starting to moan. I couldn't help it. As my mind began to return to consciousness, the feeling continued, growing stronger as he deftly navigated the planes of my body. His other hand was sliding up and down the length of my frame, stopping only to caress a certain part of me that he knew would cause me to shudder involuntarily. I knew who it was, the hair gave it away, but I didn't know how he got in. The door had been locked, he didn't have a key any longer, but these thoughts were far from the surface. I was too occupied in the sensations he was bringing forth in me. My body was aching by that time. I had this desperate need to feel more than just lips on my breasts and neck, more than just fingers grazing my clit. I moaned impatiently and shifted upward, arching my back up to allow him freer access to my body. He took the cue and slid two fingers into me. I bucked slightly. It had been a while since I had been with anyone, and the sensitivity was strong enough that even the lightest touch aroused me. I worked my hips to match his rhythm, as he thrust his fingers in and out of me. I felt the pressure building within me. I knew that when I came, it would be very intense, very volatile. I felt myself beginning to slip over the edge, between his constant attention to my nipples and neck with his mouth, and the subtly varying pressure of his fingers in front, and the now insistent erection that was leaping at my back. I turned away as I climaxed.

     My orgasms were always very physical affairs, causing my entire body to tense and shudder with the ebb and flow. This one was especially so, and I thrashed uncontrollably against him as I came. I grabbed his arm, digging my nails into him as he continued his pace. I released his arm and reached both hands up, burying my fingers in his mane of hair. He brought his face close to mine, breathing steadily in contrast to my raspy, uneven breathing. Finally I reached down and grabbed his hand, staying it from further movement. Once he acquiesced, I let my body fall limp into the bed, feeling both infernally heavy laden and lightheaded at the same time. I assumed we were done, and began to drift off to sleep again, the blissful sleep of one who achieved satisfaction. What I didn't realize at that moment, we weren't done yet, far from it. He still needed to be sated, his driving needs still running rampant in body and brain. He pulled me up roughly by the legs, holding them fast as he spread me wide.  

     I reached out, feeling blindly to touch his cock. My eyes were closed, as they had remained throughout the experience, but I could feel him near. I grabbed him, the length of him hard within my grasp. He moved against my hand slightly, trying to work himself in my grip. He took his cock in hand and positioned it at the outer lips of my pussy. I bucked again, striving to impale him within me. He groaned softly, the sound reminiscent of a growl erupting from his throat. He pushed himself inside of me, slowly once, then twice, then rammed into me with as much force as he could manage. My eyes flew open as I cried out, the sound breathless and plaintive as it rushed past my lips. He continued to stroke into me, as deeply and as rapidly as he could, all the while panting words of desire and need. He was so powerful, the only sounds I could manage were a series of strangled moans and grunts. He pulled out, grabbing me roughly and flipping me over, while bringing me up onto my knees. My breaths were still coming in heaving gasps, my head pounding as hard as my pussy was throbbing. I raised my ass in the air, waiting, expecting to feel the tip of his dick pressed against my swollen lips. Instead, I felt one finger slide into me, reaching around and thrusting. He withdrew the finger, and carefully slid it into my anus, working it in and out to lubricate the tight passage. As he began rhythmically fingering my asshole, I felt myself loosen and respond to the pleasure now emanating from my tight hole, and began moving against his finger, trying to increase his pace by making my own. He slid his finger out, and rubbed the tip of his dick against my now willing passage. I moaned as I slid back into his cock, squeaking out a startled cry as my ass enveloped his dick. He moaned audibly, whispering an enraptured...."fuck" as his length was sheathed in tight wetness. He pulled my ass up into him, while simultaneously pushing my back down and into the bed. He held me down, not allowing for movement, save that which he caused by ramming me internally. As I began to cry out, I threw my head back, allowing my hair to spill over my back. He reached up and grabbed both fists full of it, burying his hands in my hair and yanking violently as he rode me. I cried out more fiercely than before, the delicious ache in my head mingling with the unbelievable sensations in my loins. I lay there, torn between the pleasure and the pain while he continued to thrust into me as if his very life depended on it. Finally, with one last, amazingly loud roar, he gave a final thrust and released his cum into me. We panted in wordless communion, still reveling in the afterglow of such an intense experience. Slowly, he pulled out of me, then collapsed on top me in an exhausted heap. I could feel his heart pounding against my back, and knew that it mirrored my own heartbeat. Bone weary, yet incredibly calm, I closed my eyes to return to sleep.  

     When I awoke in the morning, he was gone. I had to question whether he had truly been there, but my body bore the reminders in aching muscles and slick orifices. I smiled as I rolled over and closed my eyes again. Better than a vibrator, more intoxicating than a one night stand. Never underestimate the power of a man who knows your body better than you know it yourself.