I woke up in my dream. It was so dark I couldn't tell the difference if my eyes were open or closed. But I'm not afraid of this dark, this kind of darkness means I'm about to arrive somewhere. It slowly began to get clear, I could see a tiny spot of yellow light, growing bigger and warmer. I could hear my heartbeat and then, beside me, I felt someone breathing. The breathing was fast paced, not slow like when someone is breathing in their sleep. I could see the shadow of a man kneeling next to me. Him again.
Corpulent, imposing, bending over me. I see his face in the dim light, he was watching me sleep but his eyes pierced right through my dreams and pulled me into his own, I was now in his dream. There are no words, no hello, how are you? no introduction needed. We know who we are and why we are here. I look at him, take of my clothes, and lay down on my back. I wait for his move. He touches my hair, then slowly with the tips of his fingers, he caresses my face, down my neck, shoulders, breasts. He opens his hands and covers my breasts. His hands are big, I like that. My nipples get hard against the palm of his hands. He squeezes ever so lightly.
He continues his travel across my body, caressing my skin, I get goosebumps. He stops when he gets to my pussy, fingers playing with my clitoris. I begin to get wet. He opens my thighs, and dives in. I feel his warm, wet tongue playing with my lips and it's making me extremely hot and nervous, a laugh escaped me, I laugh when I'm nervous and excited. It's not a big laugh, just a timid reaction to something that feels so good. I'm lost, I don't know anything else but the feeling of warm waves over my skin, and his tongue running circles inside me. I am close.
I splash an orgasm, he licks it up and drinks me like a thirsty man in a desert. I finish with a loud exhaling breath. My body goes limp for a moment, he turns me on my stomach. I hear him undoing his belt, unzip his pants, my heart races with anticipation. He bends over me, I arch my back and reach for his lips. We kiss. His beard feels rough against my skin. I like that. His chest is against my back, I begin to feel the weight of his body. My heart beats faster, I feel the warmth of his skin and the tickle of chest hair. I like that, too. We both breath in each other, our hearts both beating together, my lips tremble under his burning kiss.
The trembling spreads to my breasts, my stomach and accumulates in pulses of my overflowing vagina. I am anxious for penetration. But he won't give it to me, not yet. I ask nicely, "please penetrate me". He answers, "wait". I wait, my breathing is getting shorter as he gets heavier. He reached with one hand for my neck, it feels weak and small under his grasp. He could so easily hurt me, but I know he won't, he is after all a gentleman. I wriggle under his body, it's hard for me to stay still. But he tightens his grip on my neck and orders with a commanding voice in my ear, stay still if you want me to penetrate you. I stop moving, I stop breathing.
