4: The Return
It has been months since the beautiful man in my dreams has visited me... My life has been turned completely upside-down with starting a new job and trying to get into a new sleep routine, but he returned to me last night....
Low candle light, rose petals, and new lingerie. I feel very womanly and sexy indeed. He walks into the room with a commanding presence and an aura of deadly sexual tension. He wastes no time in whisking me into his delectably strong arms and carrying me over to the bed.
He pauses, like he has missed me as much as I missed him, and looks me up and down in an approving state as he slowly climbs up my body. He runs his hands up my black thigh high stockings, past the garter belts, over the frilly thong to my bodice. My long blond hair spilling chaotically over the pillows, he takes a strand and raises it to his nose. He closes his eyes inhaling my scent, memorizing it.
His face is covered in weeks worth of growth giving him a rugged, sexual, and uniquely manly look... but his lips are what fascinate me as they flutter over my exposed skin. His icy blue eyes drill into mine, questioning me whether all of this is "real". I simply smile and pull those lips to mine. Light kisses at first turn into breathless moments of pure passion. His tongue invades my mouth, taking possession of it. Dancing tongues in a fury of passion, deep and needing, until we both pull away to catch our breath.
I know what he wants, what he likes. I slowly start to grind myself against his thigh, letting him know with even more assurance than the lingerie that I want the same thing, a night of pure passion. His calloused hands lovingly caress my arms and trail down the deep v of my bodice to sneak under the cup and run circles around my hardened nipple. A sigh escapes my lips, it has been so very long since my dream lover has come to play with me.
I run circles down and across his back with my finger tips while he reacclimates himself with all my womanly curves. When I reach the waistline of his jeans my hands travel up his sides, still tracing circles, until I reach his shoulders. I skim my hands down his firm chest and over his taunt stomach until I find my mark, his waistline again.