Better Dreams

"Anon?" You slowly awaken to the sound of your wife's voice. Despite being a heavy sleeper, her concerned tone jolts you awake. She's normally so considerate that her waking you up must mean something serious.

"Sayori? What's wrong?" You croak out, sitting up in your bed and looking at her. Everything is painted in the bluish dark of early morning. Seeing you looking at her, the tension in her face relaxes into a tired smile. God, she's beautiful. Perhaps it's conceited, but you love the way that she looks at you like you're the greatest thing in her world. It gives you a lot to live up to, but you try your best to do it.

"I had the dream again." She explains, scooting closer to you. You feel the warmth you generated under the same covers together grow hotter, a pleasant comfort against the cold air on the other wide. A cold snap had rolled through last night, penetrating your home despite your heaters being on. Her slender arm weaves up under yours as she stares into your eyes, sweet even in fear.

"I really felt like I was underwater. I didn't think I was going to wake up." She confesses, slowly furrowing her brow. Your little angel is mortified. You can't stand seeing her like that.

"No, baby...it's okay." You give her a quick kiss on the forehead and hug her tightly, rubbing the middle of her back through her sweater and the lengths of her messy hair. She sniffs at your shoulder.

"I'm here. You don't need to be afraid." You smell her flowery shampoo as you hold her close. For the longest time, she kept her hair short. Ever since you started living together though, she's let it grow out.

"I'm real?" She asks quietly, desperate for assurance.

"You're real, Sayo." You pull her head back to admire her once more. The face you had known for as long as you could possibly remember a face. Throughout all the years, it had all been her. Your first friend. Your first kiss. Your first love. Chubby cheeks that thinned out, features that had matured. Still your Sayori.

"I'm real...you're real...of course." She answered her next question for you and collected herself, wiping her eyes with her sleeve. She made that sweater herself, last winter. She had always been sporadic with her interests, but the enthusiasm she carries towards her hobbies burns hot for the time it lasts. If she never picked up her crocheting needles again, you'd be satisfied with all the quilts and Winter clothes that came from it, even if people give you weird looks when you wear your matching sweaters with cats on them. Sayori couldn't be more proud of them though, so you're happy to wear them. Even in public.

"Jeez Anon. You must think I'm pretty silly, freaking out about this stuff all the time." Sayori smirks and shakes her head.

"Sayo, Of course I think you're silly. I've known as much for about two decades now. That's why I married you." You extend a finger into a lock of her hair, twirling it around.

"Oh stop it, you dork." She protests. By her standards, it was fine for her to be as romantic and saccharine as she wanted, but whenever you returned the favor, she'd turn beet red. You suppose it's just that she doesn't want you to know just how much she likes that cheesy stuff. A little late at this point, though. It's impossible for her to hide anything from you. All these years...you've gotten to know her inside and out. You'd give this girl the world, if you had to.

You kiss Sayori, and sit up to pull down the blinds of your bedside window, letting more of the morning glow inside. Sayori clutches the covers and admires you like she would a brave warrior for emerging into the chilly air. You observe your room as you stretch and twist yourself to limber up. It's in a state of organized chaos. There are odd stuffed animals strewn around on dressers, sketchbooks and half-read novels laying on an unplugged piano. You give the knob on the thermostat a twist, hoping to fight off the cold. As you turn back, you find Sayori springing out of bed to give you a hug right in the middle of the room. Dipping her arms under your shoulders like the straps of a backpack, she rocks from side to side, and you sway with her. She hugs you tighter and giggles as she senses you shifting. It seems like she's not quite ready to go back to sleep. Fair enough! Getting up so early would be a nice change of pace anyways.

You kiss her on her head. "I'll go make some coffee. Or is today a hot cocoa day?" You ask, and Sayori gleams.

"Hot cocoa of course!" She happily shouts, muffled in your chest. You start to pull away, but she grabs you.

"W-wait, wait a second! You're not going anywhere, mister." She says, voice harsh and certain. You stop in your tracks, utterly perplexed. Sayori steps towards the door to close the distance.

"I can't believe you almost distracted me with hot beverages! I need to take care of something before you go." She explains. you're about to ask what, when suddenly she grabs your crotch. You had barely even noticed your morning wood, but she must've felt it poking her during the hug. She massages it through your pants, and any blood that had rushed back into your legs since you stood up came right back into your cock, making it twitch and surge with stiffness.

She bites her lip and smirks, thinking herself pretty sexy as she looks up at you and sinks to her knees. As much as you try to contain yourself, you swallow hard and nervously check the window. A tree obscures the way to the street, not that anyone could see inside anyways.

By now, Sayori has had plenty of time to rehearse and acquaint herself with every part of you. Familiar with the routine, she's able to free your cock and catch it as it springs back, then start to stroke you off all in one smooth motion. Her hand chills you, but she revels in groping all around your shaft, enjoying the heat radiating off of it. She squeezes and tugs, pushing spit out onto her lips. For a moment, she experiments making bubbles that form when she parts them.

"Sayo..." You moan quietly with admiration, catching her attention. She rewards you by diving down, enveloping your dick's head with her smooth, soft lips. Her hand keeps your shaft steady as she sucks you off, cupping under your balls with her other hand. It's always a joy to watch such a cute and charming girl start doing something so dirty without a hint of hesitation. Sayori is the type of person who likes making others happy, and for her husband, she'll take that further than she will for anyone else. She fondles your balls and even tugs on them just the tiniest bit to test their weight, giving a moan of satisfaction that's only muffled by her full mouth.

She begins to suck harder, slurping and drooling all over your dick. The gentle pressure of her lips is heavenly, and she keeps pushing herself to give you those sensations even further down. Soon though, she gags on it after taking an impressive length into her throat. She gives a few more deep, fluid bobs before pulling back to spit out all the saliva she had worked up right onto you. Her stroking hand distributes it all around your cock. You push your hips in as she works her hand gracefully from tip to base and back again.

 The amount of spit she used as lube starts to seem a bit excessive, some of it trickling down to your balls only for her to lather it in as she fondles you. She doesn't miss a beat stroking though, your dick is so evenly coated in her saliva that she can afford to jerk you off with just the right speed and pressure that she knows will make you blow. And damn, does she know. Your little succubus smirks below you as you start to give her hand shallow, twitchy humps. She probably has the timing down to the exact second. You feel the orgasm building to its peak. She smiles and gives the one, final jerk that it takes to push you over the edge. But that's all. The first spurt of cum seems to shoot out with a force that surprises even her, catching her right on the cheek.

"Hooold it..." She instructs, pressing her fingers against your taint, interrupting the rest of your ejaculation. Her other hand pushes the bit of cum that hit her cheek into her open mouth as she looks up at you with sultry eyes. She swallows, then dips down right in front of your head with her tongue poking out. Squeezing as she strokes up from the base of your cock, she catches the rest of the cum on her tongue as soon as she pushes it out. Pursing her lips over the tip and sucking just to make sure she got it all, she stands up.

"I just wanted a little taste!" She defends herself as you look at her with shock.

"I've got...eheheh...better plans for the rest of it." She looks away to hide her wry smirk as she confesses. Your frustration evaporates. Well, maybe not completely. Stepping out of the pile of pants and underwear surrounding your feet, you seize Sayori by the hips and throw her onto the bed. She lays where she landed, only keeping herself propped with her arms so she can look at you.

"Someone's eager to try again..." She teases, already shaking with excitement. You'd put her in her place soon enough. Wordlessly, you pull her pants down, taking her panties with them. Both come off her feet, and you're left seeing her pale thighs shiver with excitement. Her pubic hair is nicely trimmed, soft and rosy. You brush your thumb through it, watching each little hair bend back at your touch. Her labia are glossed over with wetness and swollen to a deeper color than normal.

"Now I'm cold, Anon." Sayori whines. You spread both her legs open. She pouts as she catches you watching some the weight she had started putting on for the colder months jiggle on her thighs. You loom over her and stroke yourself to the sight of her, splayed out before you in nothing but a baggy sweater meant to be worn by you, looking at you with bashful impatience. Getting yourself back to full hardness doesn't take very long with this in front of you, but Sayori is still unsatisfied with the delay. She stumbles for a moment with the positioning of her legs, but ultimately manages to wrap them around your hips and pulls your body towards her. Lining up the entrance, you enter Sayori. A sharp inhale pieces your ears as Sayori grips the sheets and leans her head back. You plant both your hands beside her on the bed and slowly push deeper inside.

The heat is too inviting. You watch Sayori's face give in to lust, a sharp inhale that turns into an overwhelmed smile. Both of you want the same thing. Deeper. Sayori grits her teeth and whines as you push in a bit harder, letting more of your cock penetrate into Sayori's very being. An oasis of heat in the frigid room. You start with a few moderate thrusts, but each one causes Sayori to let out a needy shriek.

Sayori clings to you, hands wrapped around your back. You kiss her, tongues twirling together in simple motions as both of you put most of your attention on the fucking. Occasionally your head drifts away from hers as you focus on placing each thrust. Soon though, your lips drift near to one another again, you're back to kissing.

Before long, you've given in, staying as close to her as possible while still reeling back far enough to give her the type of long thrust she loves most. Each motion ends with a jerk of your hips once she takes you down to the base that just smears her warm juices all around your crotches.

Sayori tries to keep hugging you, but each fuck erodes her concentration, and every time you pull away, you move too far for her hands to lock together around you. Briefly, her hands migrate towards your hips but instead of grabbing them, she puts her arms back above her head. She smiles cutely You see this display of submission and offer just the tiniest respite from the constant fucking when you grab her shoulders and pin them down. You remember back when you were children and used to play-wrestle. Being a boy, you always found it easy to overpower her, but seeing her like this, you have to wonder. Did she let you win?

Her eyes go wide with shock as you start mating her even harder right from the start. All memories of cold fade as both of you get enough heat from your partner's genitals to warm up your entire body. Soon enough, she can't even bear to keep them open anymore. Her mouth opens up instead, so that she can let loose louder moans and more desperate gasps. Her toes curl, and she balls her hands into tight fists just to simulate holding onto something now that she can't grab the sheets.

You seize her neck with your lips, kissing her all over, licking her. Sucking on flesh just to leave marks that remind her who she belongs to the next time she looks in a mirror. You're reminded of the times you shared as inexperienced teenagers. The darkness made it easier for you to explore each other's bodies with touch, before you were ready to do it with sight. Even if it made you clumsy. Maybe that was just the unadulterated passion that still runs through you now.

You let Sayori go in favor of scooping her up into your arms. She hums happily, hugging you again. Even if she likes it rough, she still wants it to be romantic. You close your eyes as you put everything into fucking her. The wet slapping sounds drown out all else, until she finally cries out above it all.

"Anon...Anon!" She squeals. That's probably the only word she could say right now that isn't a swear. Her body spasms and braces the intense orgasm sends agonzing, tingling warmth through every inch of her being. Sayori squirms, but you keep fucking her as she fails to even process the intense depths of pleasure she's found herself submerged in.

"Please..." she moans, clinging to you again. She feels it. Every detail and vein on your cock, all swelling up as hot semen courses through it and floods into her womb. She elicits a happy whine. You hold her down until you're finished emptying yourself inside of her.

You lower her onto the bed, and look into her eyes as both of you pant and smile.

"I love you." Sayori says, and you lay down beside her. Sayori's hand finds yours after after a moment of searching and you hold it tight. She steals a glance at your cock as it slowly shrinks, probably embarrassed by the mess she made around it. It was starting to get cold.

"I love you too, Sayo." You reply. Sayori smiles and turns over to get back under the covers.

Joining her, you hold her close as she wraps her naked legs around yours for warmth. You feel her juices on her thighs, still lukewarm, making her skin stick to you the slightest bit once she squeezes them around you. You briefly worry about losing circlation in your leg, but the feeling is too pleasant for you to mind. Sayori's breathing slows, and both of you begin to relax as you notice the light snowfall outside your window. Both of you choose to admire the other instead, though.

"What were you going to name them again? If they're a girl." You ask Sayori, taking hold of her hand.

She smiles. "Monika. With a 'K'." She says. The name sounds like it means a lot to her, but you've never known a "Monika."

"Right, right. Now, don't get me wrong, I like it, but why...'Monika'?" You say it, imitating her reverence for it.

"It just feels like the name of someone who tries their best, even if they're not perfect. They might make mistakes, but they also go further than anyone to make things right. Even though that's often a thankless job, I'm thankful for people like that." Sayori pauses.

 "I think that's the kind of person I'd want our daughter to be." Sayori explains. There's a chill in the air, even though everything is perfectly toasty under the covers.

"Me too." You say, breaking the hollow silence. It returns however, as Sayori rubs her head up on the pillow and her eyes slowly shut. Yours do too. You lay peacefully together for a few moments, until you decide to say one more thing before going to sleep.

"I love you--" You whisper in unison with Sayori.

"Jinx!" Sayori chirps and pinches your forearm. It doesn't really hurt. Both of you laugh for a little bit too long, trailing off into giggles and then silence. Sleep soon takes you both back into its embrace.

Sayori has better dreams this time.