Untamed Desire

"S-Seth, oh!" Abby howls with weeping pleasure when his tongue begins to discover the softness between her legs. She pushed his head down to give him full access of her core. She wants his tongue to moist her inside. He moans when she crushes her hips into a circle while his mouth soaking up the juice of her sweet flesh. She cannot take the heat anymore. Seth licks his tongue avidly to her center to enjoy her taste in his mouth. He savors it at the same time as it burns. "I know you've been dreaming about this," his voice echoes in a savage sound to her ears while his tongue finds its way licking it. "S-so b-bad." Her voice in a half-whisper has made him wilder that he drags her fleetly down to him. He begins to touch the sweet spot to make a way to his entrance, a sweet moaning scream escapes from her lips. He groans back loudly when he discovered her wetness ready to welcome his thrust. "You're so wet, baby," his voice hoarse. Abby doesn't have the force to answer instead just kisses him, letting him know she's ready for him. Seth didn't have any idea this is her first. She wants to faint of the sight of him clenching his teeth from the burning sensation as he touches his big manhood, preparing its access to the half-sore core between her legs. "Please be gentle," she said torn between the thirst for his high-low drive and fear of her innocence. "No way, baby," he said and greedily entered inside her. Her eyes shut. Her legs are shaking aware of the unexpected pain that is starting to diffuse around her softness. "Ahhhhh, Sethhh!!!" she screams a pain of ecstasy. "Hey, wake up sleepyhead, " she heard a peachy voice beyond her own brainwave. She opens her eyes. She realized she was in her own cradle. Those two pairs of blue eyes that are ogling at her now are the same two eyes she saw in her wildest dreams. The contrast is, those eyes out there were fed with a fiery passion. But now they're out of it. "Was I moaning?" she asked, eager to know if she heard him moaning in her sleep. "Huh? No, but your saliva was dripping," He uttered gayly thoroughly checking the corners of her mouth. She swiftly gets herself up, but still sits in her bed underneath the soft fabric sheets. "That was, hilarious," she exclaims without looking at him. "Did you dream about what?" He asks as he sits beside the bed, his face just a few inches away from hers. She suddenly feels discomfort with the situation. She unwittingly retracts her face. Seth is her gay best friend. They have been friends since birth. They're right across the hall from each other. Their mothers were also best friends. Ironically, they became best friends too, not because they didn't have a choice but because they grew up together. "Nothing, it's just a random dream with no story to tell," she said lazily. "Now get up, the party is waiting," he said in excitement and cups her face with his hands like he normally does. She abruptly takes his hand away from her face. She is feeling that familiar heat. Oh my God!! I should not be having this state of mind. Her mind screeches. "Is it today?" she asks avoiding sounding difficult. "Yes, darling," he replied, pulling her hands to help her out from the bed. "I can stand up on my own just don't touch me, okay?" she said taking back her hands away. "Okay, okay. You sound weird today," he loudly concludes. He noticed the discomfort earlier from her. He may be gay, but he knows when women are on the line. "No, I'm not, you're just being ridiculous," she says as she drags herself up from the bed. Too late to notice she's wearing nothing but her black underwear. Seth looks down with a hint of amusement, but he was confused when she started to move fast searching for something to cover her half-nakedness. "What's up with you? I've already seen even more of that a bunch of times, Abby" he laughs while saying those words. "Oh yeah, I know," she replies. She attempts to examine the presence of the desire of his eyes, but she does not see anything. She still recalled in her dreams that he looked at her with a wolf's hunger. This is getting useless. Wake up, Abby! She reminded herself. It was only a dream. The man standing here now is Seth Donovan Ferguson. Your lifetime gay best friend. "Fix yourself up, I will be waiting downstairs, " he finally said while fixing his long-length shoulder hair in the huge mirror on the wall just beside her bed. "Okay, woooshh you go!!!" she drives her away without touching him. Before her dreams happened, she might push Seth towards the door as hard as she could get then he would carry her down to bed again, and then they would weigh each other's body in turns until they ran out of breath. "Hurry, time is running out." His seducing voice resonates in the room as he sways himself out. She idly sits again on the bed for a while. She remembers the sort of Seth she met in her dreams some time ago. His hair was different. It was clean-cut. Still thinking about her dream, she slowly touches her softness just below her thighs using her right hand, she can still imagine Seth's head down there. It seemed so real. Argggggg!!!! She gets up, heads for the mirror, and speaks to herself. Oh, what happens to you now? You should act normal, it's not a big deal, dreams happen all the time. It was not the first time you experience wet dreams. Except for this time, she slept with Seth. And, and that was too hot. He was so good in bed. "Are you done, Abby?" Seth knocks on the door, rushing her to go out. "Yeah, almost!" she shouts back. She rolls her eyes around when she heard his feminine voice from the door. This is crazy. He seemed so hot in the dreams.