She was dreaming, or was she? Someone or something was pushing against her repeatedly, making her move forward, inch by inch, on a warm marbled floor. Vague images of neo-classical Roman columns were reflected on a crystal pool a mere two feet away from where her head lay. She felt herself breathing harder, the pushing becoming faster, her face getting closer to the shimmering water. She heard someone moaning in the distance, was it male or female? She couldn't tell. All she knew was that she couldn't move, her body like a corpse about to fall in the nearby water. Strangely, she didn't feel afraid; she only watched with idle curiosity at the water and listened to the moaning that increased in volume with every push at her back.





Her eyes opened abruptly. The sun was coming in through her bedroom window and she was laying on her side, groaning. Someone was behind her; someone was fucking her ass. It felt uncomfortable and pleasurable at the same time because the stranger's hand was slowly rubbing circles on her exposed clit with his finger. The situation materialized in her mind and she suddenly became scared. She had gone to sleep alone—no one should be in bed with her. She tried to move but realized his other arm was wrapped underneath her struggling body, pinning her against him. Her mouth opened to let out a scream but his hand moved up to cover it in one swift motion. All that came out was a muffled grunt.





“Shhh, it's me,” a familiar voice spoke hungrily into her ear. He kissed her neck as she moaned into his hand, slowly relaxing. He continued to pump into her ass, each stroke deeper than the last.





Knowing it was him she let her body relax, and noticing this he removed his hand from her mouth. “Does it feel good, baby?”





“Yes, Sir.” She breathlessly replied. She lifted one of her legs, giving him deeper access into her ass. Somehow it didn't hurt anymore, somehow it was going to make her cum. And, she suddenly realized, somehow he was in her bed.





“How did you...” she began, but he shushed her and began to fuck her faster, his hand still rubbing her clit. He began to bite her neck, lightly at first, then harder and harder. The more pain she felt, the closer she came to achieving orgasm.





“Yeah, please don't stop, please...” She begged for him to fuck her ass faster and deeper. He gladly obliged. His arm pinned her even closer to him, his teeth still grabbing at the sensitive flesh below her ear.





“I'm cumming, Sir!” She blurted out frantically.





Somehow, he managed to clamp down harder and he pushed his cock into her as deep as he could, filling her hole with string after sting of searing cum. She came into his hand which was still on her pussy, but now it was just grabbing it instead of rubbing it. It didn't matter. That wasn't what had made her cum. She held back a scream as waves of pleasure pulsed through her skin, even with his teeth holding onto her neck. After a minute, an hour, an eternity, he released her flesh and loosened his grip around her body. She rolled forward and he pulled back, dislodging his cock from her used asshole with a quiet “pop”.





They both lay on their backs until they caught their breaths, then she turned to him and saw his face for the first time in what felt like years. Smiling, she asked “how did you get in here?”





“Lots of lube,” he teased.





She giggled and started to lean in for a kiss when, all of a sudden, she opened her eyes. The sun was coming in through her bedroom window and she was laying on her side, alone.



