She succumbs to restless nights; lost in a fantasy of a dream.
Her long-lashed eyes remain closed, her body asleep
Yet her mind is awake and in a world of wonder.
A hand strokes her cheek; thumb brushing her lower lip;
She has dreamt him before, this dark haired, fair man
Masculine but delicate, firm, but.. gentle
He has eyes as red as blood, and hair as dark as night.
His skin glistens like snow; virgin white
The hand pauses, lowers, and rests upon her neck, cool, soft.
Still, her eyes cease to open
Fingers glide along collarbone, grazing gently over thin flesh; sending shuddering sensations through skin
It isn't long before they reach the bare flesh of her chest, gliding into the smooth valley of skin between her breasts
Thumb and forefinger find their way around a nipple; pressing it between his digits.
Flesh hardens beneath flesh, becoming warm and solid beneath finger pads
Another hand roams, gliding along her leg, grazing her thigh.
Her breath hitches a little; is she waking?
Once more his fingers move, sliding along the petals of her heat; immediately capturing tiny beads of arousal, letting them roll off his fingers.
A small sound escapes her lips; a whimper, a whine
He smiles
Digits push forward, finding their way into her cove of warm wetness.
Walls tense around the intrusion, coating his fingers in her nectar
She shudders, taking a breath in and holding it
His fingers push forward a bit more, withdraw, and then slip back in again; marveling at how the heat intensifies with each small push and pull.
Another whimper, she releases that breath, lets out a small groan and bites her lip
Her eyes still remain closed
Is this a dream? Does she want to wake up?
Inside again, his fingers curl and wiggle, writhing against that sweet spot deep inside, up a bit
Lips part, released from tooth's hold, groans and squeals slipping off of them
Fingers push faster, withdrawing, pushing in, curling, writhing
Wetness slips down her thighs in sheen coats; coating his fingers
Something explodes deep inside, escapes through her nether lips
Her eyes snap open, violet hues
He smiles down at her, soon disappears
His presence is known again by flesh on flesh; wet on muscle
Dreams can come true..
Submitted: July 04, 2014
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Wow,the description was intense. Thank you for the pleasure you caused me.
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Arousing as erotica should be, definitely a writer to watch.
Mon, July 14th, 2014 8:35pmAuthor
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You flatter me
Tue, July 15th, 2014 4:08am