“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.” I heard Vanessa’s voice and felt her lips start to kiss mine. I wasn’t sure if I was awake or dreaming, but I knew I wanted her.
I felt her slide down onto me, hotter and wetter than ever before. Oh God, this dream’s good. It had to be a dream, because it felt like I wasn’t wearing a condom...Oh shit.
I opened my eyes, to see her rapturous face over her bouncing boobs.
“Vanessa, wait, wait,” I begged her. “We have to stop.” I tried to lift her off me.
She let me succeed a little way, before sliding right back down onto me, pushing her weight down on me so I drove deeper inside her. God, she feels good.
“Don’t ask me to stop now. Neither of us has come yet, and it feels so good,” she murmured.
If she wouldn’t get off of me, I had to check. I hesitated, then tried to slide my hand underneath her, pushing my fingers up inside her, too. She moaned, rocking her hips against me. I felt around desperately for the condom that wasn’t there. Skin on skin on skin, hot and wet and hard...
I felt her shuddering orgasm, as she squeezed me hard inside her and moved her hips faster. I pulled my fingers out of her – quite an effort. So hot and tight and wet...oh my God...I felt like I’d exploded inside her, it was that incredible. I groaned when she lifted her hips to slide up off me. She quickly moved down and started licking me clean.
“Oh God, Vanessa, we had sex without a condom. What if you get pregnant?” I gasped.
Lick, lick, lick...She took a deep breath, put my whole dick in her mouth and sucked on me while she pulled me out slowly, leaving me limp. She licked her lips and smiled.
“Please, I didn’t want you to have any regrets,” I begged.
“I won’t get pregnant for sleeping with you this morning. I can’t,” she said.
“But it only takes the once to put you at risk...” I started to say.
She slid up my body, skin to skin, until we were face to face. “If we spent the rest of the day having sex, without using a single condom, I couldn’t conceive a child. No matter how many times you came inside me, you can’t get me pregnant.” Her eyes bored into mine, as if they were trying to convey a message even if her words didn’t get through to me.
After a moment, she moved off me and stood up, walking in the direction of the bathroom. As I watched her go, my head spinning from the most heavenly awakening ever, I found myself wishing she was wrong.
If I could pick the perfect woman to carry my child, Vanessa, I’d want it to be you.
Now I knew I had to be dreaming.
Yeah, what woman would want the father of her child to be a sparky who still lives with his folks and has no assets to speak of? You’re still dreaming, mate.