He rode her like a stallion rides the earth, feeling it beneath his hooves as the smell of grass piping threw the air danced to a beat of fire through his nostrils as he panted for the energy to continue. Through her, he felt like a once captured steed set free through an open valley. He might as well have been, his long slick shaft pumping in and out of her continuously as she set free an eternal descant. Her voice pitching as the fever he set through her grew. He enjoyed the sound of her pleasure as he thoroughly took her, burying her back into the sea of soft linens, the same soft sheets she'd clutch between her fingers when brought to another orgasm. She felt one approaching, like a seed in her core that he had firmly planted, it began to grow and ripen until it eventually tore through her like hot shark infested waves would the sea.
He was almost there, as he gripped her waist almost digging his fingers into her mid rift. His grunts became more audible as her screams began to simmer once more. 'Incite her', were his thoughts, 'inflame her, bring her over the edge as many times as possible before I finally go along with her' was his mission. He almost spent when he looked at her hooded gaze, her eyes revealing immense passion.
"De... Ahhhhhhh!" was all she could manage before her orgasm claimed her voice. He could feel it as her walls tugged at him begging him to fill her up, and he did, ending it with a final thrust.
As he bent to claim her mouth with his own, she sat up shortening the distance. Their lips intertwined fueling the fires of fervor between them. With the push of her hand she had him on his back as she straddled him, grinding against his spent member. With a lick and a bite of her lips be began to rise again. She guided his member to her wet sleek path, and resting the palms of her hands on his toned bronzed abs she slowly began to rock her hips back and forth in slight circular motions. She sped up as he tapped her ass, enjoying the sound it made as it resonated through the condo.
He drew his knees in, grabbing her at the waist and met her thrusts more aggressively than she could give them. He gripped her where their laps met, her breasts swaying and bouncing at every mind blowing act of penetration. Eventually she gave up trying to keep up with him and fell to his chest as he continued to saunter in and out of her. He loved the feel of her chest as it moved when it met his, the way her arms rested on top of him and her hands and fingers wrapped in the tendrils of his blonde half curls. He adored the contrast of their colors and how they had come together to form one body. But what he loved most of all was the way she felt on the inside on the throws of passion, as she'd orgasm, and how her cries would push the limits of his sanity.
He finally came, and wanted to call her name until he realized he had not known. To call her anything other wouldn't have satisfied him. She screamed as her final orgasm took hold of her, an enchanting spell that could give rise to any man. Panting in his ears she whispered
"Dylan" was the name that rode on her breath as his eyes widened. "I love you."
Tent.
His eyes slowly opened and he stared at it, recollecting past events.
Dream.
"Right" he said as he lifted the thin layer of sheets from his body. He lazily dragged his feet over to the bathroom as he scratched himself in places the public might find offensive. His boxers fell to the floor as he stepped into the shower letting the cool ringlets of water ride his body in an effort to calm him.
'Dead kittens, pigeon guts, splattered brains' he thought as his head went back, his right hand propping him up against the shower wall. He looked up at the ceiling and then down at his swollen member. 'Still dreaming of her?' he asked it. He leaned forward, his head directly under the shower's nozzle as he took his index finger and dragged it from tip to shaft.
'I wonder how she'd do it' he'd thought as he willed his mind to replace the callous of his hands with the feel of her soft skin. Imagining the topaz of her hands wrapped around him as she jerked away, as he jerked away. Her hazel and cinnamon mix doe eyes looking up at him as her lips would part slightly from desire. How she'd kiss his head, the softness of her lips, and the moment when she'd begin to take him in. Enveloping the mass of his erection in a sea of
"DEXTER!" came her shrilly voice. Never in his life has he ever seen a woman that attractive and never had a thought of how'd they'd be in bed.
Jennifer Harding was a 6 foot leggy brunette with the body of a porn star, however that was far from her occupation; not that it had ever been offered as a career choice. She was Dexter's publicist and a mighty damn good one at that. Her lengthy frame came through the front door without a knock or announcement.
"I have your schedule for filming next week right here" she said as she began to climb the stairs. She was a force to be reckoned with she was. Always spoke her mind and never really gave a damn about privacy however, she'd know when she'd reach the borderline and would always stop a whopping three millimeters before it. She heard the sounds of the shower as they slowly came to a halt. What she had not heard was Dexter's sigh of frustration as he heard her footsteps near.
He had not strived for the few simple moments that it would have taken for him to gain release; he simply cast the thought to hell and quickly began to dry off.
She stepped to his open room door and saw movement in the bathroom. She gave a smirk and turned around with the clip board held to the height of her head, standing at the three millimeter mark.
Dexter walked from the bathroom, re-sheathed in boxers grabbing a pair of Levi's from his drawer. He slid them on, zipping and buttoning as he approached her. With his index finger and thumb, he gently tugged at the clipboard at her right as he leaned to whisper in her left ear.
