I dreamt of you last night.
In the dream, there were sounds of a door creaking open. You were there at the foot of the bed were I lay. Before I could speak you covered my mouth with your lips. I felt your tongue, your strong, beautiful, talented tongue, curl around mine. The taste of your mouth and the feel of your beard scratching my cheek shot an arrow of red hot desire to the soft spot you know so well. I tried to open my eyes to see you but they were heavy with sleep so I gave into the sensations and just laid back and felt.
You were in bed with me I could feel the length of your body stretched out next to mine, our legs entwined, and the soft hair on your chest gently rubbing against my belly. I felt your hand run up the back of my leg and cup my buttock as you pulled me into you for another kiss. The kiss went on and on, your strong hand held me, so tenderly close as you gently pushed the straps of my nightgown off my shoulders. The silk fell off my breast and only then did the kiss on my lips end. You slid down the bed and cupped my breast in your hand, your tongue, poised just on the tip of my nipple driving me crazy with desire as you circled the dark pink bud. "Do you want me to bite" I heard you whisper.
"Oh yes," was the sleepy reply and I heard the moan that came from my lips when your teeth grazed my skin as if it came from another place, another woman. I was in this dream, yet I was watching it all unfold from some spot outside of myself.
I saw you lying next to me with one hand still cupped on my bottom. The night light cast your profile in a shadow on the wall, your perfect face poised just above my taunt nipple, tongue flicking in and out as you began your dance toward the center of my being.