Last night in my dream, you stood in front of a mirror. You were shirtless, in jeans only as you stood before the full-length mirror. The hair on your chest called to me as I coveted you with my eyes. Your hair grew thicker as it arrowed towards the fly of your jeans, beckoning my eyes, my hands to follow and explore.
My heart began to pound as I stepped behind you and met your eyes in the mirror. I put all the desire and heat and need I was feeling into my eyes; your look mirrored mine, and I felt my knees grow weak as I fell, trapped, into the depths of those eyes of yours.
I placed my hands on your bare shoulders, finally touching your skin as I'd longed to do. My fingers flexed, testing your resiliency. Your skin was pliable and warm, but I could feel the muscle underneath and I closed my eyes for a moment, imagining those muscles flexing and bunching as you drove yourself into me, hot and wet and deep.
I ran my hands down your arms and slid beneath them, seeking heat and the textures of your chest. I flexed my fingers against you over and over again, loving the feel of you beneath my palms. I made a sound low in my throat, approving the feel of you. My fingers slipped up, up, until I could graze my palms against your nipples. I felt your breathing start to change as I lowered my lips to the tempting curve between neck and shoulder, licking and sucking your skin.
My desire was building in waves now, breaking over me, whitecapped and heavy. I wanted to bite you, sink teeth sensually into your skin, let you know the unbelievable power of what I was feeling by testing your strength. I was shaking and hot and wanting you more than I'd wanted any man in years.
You began to move against me, caressing my naked breasts with your back, your shoulder blades rubbing against me until my nipples were full, hard, aching - I let out a low moan. I've always been a noisy lover, but with you I knew somehow I would have the ability to bring the house down. You made everything seem more sexual, more erotic, and already I was drowning in my own sensuality.
Keeping my hands on your chest, my fingers just lightly stroking your nipples, I moved my mouth to your neck and then down your spine in a series of hot wet kisses, sucking on your skin and leaving a wet, hot trail with my tongue until I was crouching behind you. My hands moved down to your waist, leaving the sensual touch of your skin behind for the less sensually, rewarding texture of denim. I ran my hands over your cock -- once, twice, watching your face in the mirror from beside your waist as my fingers rubbed over you, seeking and finding heat.
I'd wanted to touch you for so long. Now, finally, I could measure your heat and length with my palm. I made small sounds of pleasure as I felt you move in delicious counterpoint to my hand, increasing and deepening the strokes until I was caressing you from base to tip.
I watched you watch my fingers as they rubbed over you. It was so much better, being able to touch you like this and still watch your face as you watched me stroke your cock in the mirror. Your eyes grew lidded, heavy, as my fingers rubbed over the tip of your cock, giving extra pressure at the point where base meets tip, then slowly rubbing my palm along your length. Even through your jeans, I could feel how hot and hard you were. I was dying to taste you, but I didn't want this to end so quickly. It might be the only time I could touch you - I wanted to make it last all night, if I could.
I stood up slowly behind you, keeping my hands on your cock. I rubbed myself against your back, both soothing and increasing the ache in my nipples. I gasped as I felt your hands slide between us, reaching behind your back to touch my thighs, fingers sliding higher and higher...
I moaned out loud as your fingers slid between my lips and rubbed lightly over my clit. My skin broke out in a fine sheen of sweat as your fingers slipped through my wetness, rolling over my clit like a marble in oil. The weakness in my knees was getting worse, and I was trembling so hard that you could hear it in my soft, broken breaths against your skin. I couldn't take much more without sinking to the floor. And there was so much more I wanted to do first I moved my hips, once, pushing against your fingers, and then withdrew.
Reluctantly, my fingers left you and went in search of the button at your waist. My hands were shaking so hard it took me three tries to slip the button from its hole. Slowly, I slid the tab of your zipper down, hearing your breath break as my fingers slid over your cock, naked beneath your jeans.
I moved my mouth down your body again as my hands pushed your jeans down your legs. There wasn't a part of your body I didn't ache to caress with my mouth, and I fulfilled a dozen fantasies as I slid my mouth over your shoulders, down your spine, stopping to suck lightly on your buttocks as I helped you step from your jeans.
Finally, you were as naked as I was. I watched your face in the mirror as I slid my fingers slowly over your legs, moving higher and higher. The hair on your legs excited me, such a rough texture, so different from the satiny smooth hardness that I could see waiting for my touch.
I scraped my fingernails lightly between your thighs, watched your cock as it jerked in response to my teasing. My upper thighs were wet with my excitement. What I wouldn't do to just drag you down with me onto the floor, rise over you to slide that perfect, hard cock between my thighs and just ride you, grinding against you until we both came in a tangle of shudders and shouts. I could almost feel you inside me, hard and hot and heavy, stretching me as I slid you inside me, gripping you with my cunt muscles like a wet, hot glove.
I stood up and watched your eyes as I slid my palms around to hold your cock. You let out a soft moan as I began to rub you. I slipped one hand up to my lips and wet its palm thoroughly, looking in your eyes as I slid my hand back down to rub the head of your cock in my palm. Your eyes closed, briefly, as you felt the wetness and heat of my palm rub over the tip of your cock, and then they flew open again, as though afraid to miss anything.
I began a soft stroking motion over your cock, watching your face change as I gave you almost exactly what you needed, but I kept the pressure just a little lighter than what you would have liked the most. I could feel you strain against my teasing hands, trying to get a little more pressure. I laughed delightedly and rubbed my nipples against your back again as I kept up my teasing stroke, wanting to drive you crazy. I licked my way up your neck to take the lobe of your ear between my teeth as I slid you between my hands, whispering in your ear how hard you were, how much I wanted to slide my tongue and lips and mouth over you.
I kept up the light strokes until I couldn't stand it anymore. I had to taste you or I'd go out of my mind. All I could think about was your taste and wanting to feel you slide between my lips.
I stepped around in front of you for the first time, looking into your eyes as I wrapped my fingers around your cock again. You jerked against my stomach and slid your fingers into my long blonde hair, pulling my lips to yours. Our lips meshed in a tangle of tongues and lips and heat. It had been years since I've had that kind of kiss, the kind that slides and entices and communicates every want, every need. I made a sound deep in my throat and squeezed my hands around you, slipping my thumb up to press and rub at that spot where tip meets base.
