Dream in the garden

The moment her eyes opened, she knew she was no longer in her usual world. She felt charged with energy and libido, feeling free from pain, worry or guilt. Around her a vast field of dandelions waved softly in the morning breeze, that gentle breeze also blew her black hair and tingled her white skin. The blue sky stretched to infinity, without a cloud to disturb. And there, right next to her, was her man. He was lying naked under the shade of a majestic Japanese peach tree, the sun's rays filtering through flowers and leaves and decorating his skin with golden hues. His face was serene, as if in a deep sleep, but his curved lips in a slightly sassy smile indicated that he was aware of their presence. She slowly stood up, feeling the softness of the rose petals under her bare feet. A sense of calm and contentment enveloped her as she watched her beloved rest. Memories began to unfold in her mind, recalling every moment shared together, every laugh, every confession or provocation. As she walked towards him, a sweet fragrance of peaches danced in the air, wrapping them in an invisible embrace. She knelt beside him, losing herself in the contemplation of his sleeping face. Her anxious hands reached out to his, interlacing her fingers as if they were made for it. Then he began to awaken, his eyelids quivering gently as his eyes opened to meet hers, a gleam of recognition and joy illuminated his eyes as he rose to meet her. "You are here", he murmured, his voice soft as a melody. "I knew you would come". "I will always be by your side", she whispered in response and kept asking, "But where is here?" looking all around her. "We are in the dream, in the realm of Morpheus". He answered. She was a great admirer of mythology, but she was still searching for meaning in all of it, and then she kept asking him, "But how so?" "I made a pact with the gods", he replied. And before it made sense, he kissed her passionately, unlike any other kiss they had ever experienced in their lives, and in that dream world, where time seemed suspended and reality merged with dreams, they rubbed each other, sealing their love in an eternal moment of pure happiness. Many questions hung in her head, but as the man took off his robe the doubts became insignificant to the feeling that burned in her body. The couple's hands groped their bodies and like a magnet were drawn directly to the most erogenous parts, their mouths only opened to let out groans and smiles during the exchange of caresses. She sat in front of the man, and rubbed that stick against her butt, while the man touched her body like a musical instrument, holding her hair, kissing her neck, pinching her nipples and poking her muzzle, the result was rhythmic groans. Maybe they had spent a long time in that position, it was hard to tell, but she was soaked, in her very pre-pleasure gush and in her sweet, honey-woman smile. The way they were, she sat vigorously in that hard cockpit, which slid into her. The man groaned roughly in her ear. She controlled the movement, at that time her man only watched his ride. The movement and penetration were so good that she enjoyed that way in his arms. The man got up hungry, that wet pussy was shining and dripping lust, but he lay down on his wife, he kissed her and quickly licked her lips, and went down, chin, neck, nipples and navel, during which his tongue exchanged the woman's sweat for his saliva. After that point he brought his mouth close to the (still sensitive) cheek of his beloved, but did not touch it as his wife expected, he seemed to speak or sing something, the woman could feel the man's heavy breathing, but before it could bother him he fell from his mouth and tongue into his cheek. Her hunger was appeased as he devoured those lips and clitoris, the rhythm was chaotic, she probably wouldn't be mocking like that, but the desire to be penetrated again was growing and growing, she didn't need to say anything, the man was more uncontrollable than her and soon raised his body on top of hers, his hair and his weight were engraving his presence on her body, and when their sexes came together again the connection was again established. The man who hadn't mocked still tucked his member firmly in, and the woman received him body and soul inside her, every curve and vein of her member was stored in her body. She felt that phallus pulsing inside her, even harder, it made her orgasm closer too and she decided to once again give her pleasure to her beloved. Then hot jets came inside her, she knew that that milk transcended mere lust, it was the product of love and admiration, voluptuousness and desire. She lay on the arm of her beloved exuding manhood and contentment, on the mattress that nature had prepared for them, the dandelion seeds flying full of wishes to be fulfilled, blown by the wind, while the peach tree blessed them with its sweet fruit, symbolizing the promise of a life full of love and harmony. And there, in that field of dreams, they knew that no matter what the future held, for as long as they were together, nothing could break the unbreakable bond they shared, that even though physically distant, they could always meet in that safe and secret realm, and so they surrendered to the love that held them together, allowing each moment to be a celebration of the beauty and magic of their unique connection.