It's the same erotic dream every night. I see it happen in third person at first. I'm sound asleep under my satin sheets in nothing but a short white t-shirt. The sheets are cool and comfortable against my body, moonlight is pouring through the room. He appears outside my window in a small fog. The raven hair that nearly covers his eyes is gently flowing in the wind. His ocean blue eyes are staring at me, wanting me, raping me. I'm dreaming about fucking him again in my dream, and inevitably I wake up horny as hell, but don't open my eyes. I snake my hand across my chest softly brushing it against my nipple making me shake as my delicate hand travels south past my belly button, lower, lower, and then I shudder with that first rush of pleasure.
He's inside now. I didn't see how, but he's standing at the foot of my king-sized four-poster, watching me play with my pussy with the bed sheets half off the bed. The sheets barely covered my pussy, teasing him. Without a sound he slides off his long leather coat and it falls silently to the floor. I dip my finger into my pussy to make it really wet and go back to rubbing my clit and rolling my hips, blissfully unaware that he's there.
He's only in a pair of jeans now, the sexy dark kind that ride low on his hips showing just a bit of his pubic hair at the top. He leans weightlessly on the bed and inches closer and closer to me. He opens his mouth as he nears my neck and reveals a pair of fangs to penetrate my alabaster skin. He's almost there, one inch, half, a quarter, suddenly a cold breeze goes through the room and I open my eyes and stop masturbating. The dream now is from a first person view.
I sit up in bed and realize my French doors are open about three inches. I slide out of bed frustrated and cross the smooth wood floor to the doors. I touch the gold handles and push them closed and lock it. I stare out the window at the moon for a moment. Then his cold hands gently fall on my shoulders. I shudder, not because I'm afraid, I expected him to come like he always does. I shudder because of how incredibly turned on one touch from him makes me feel. I feel his lips upon my neck, and his fangs gently invade my skin and he gently sucks me, God I'm so turned on. I pull away turn around to face him. His eyes shine in the light and he wraps his slender but strong arms around me and kisses me like nobody else could.
Our tongues dance in each other's mouths as his hands sensually run up and down my back. He lets his hands run down to my bare ass and my pussy soaks at his touch. He fades back on the kissing slightly, enough to ever so gently bite my lip and make a little drop of my red hot blood appear. He takes his tongue and runs it over my lip while he holds my face with his right hand and I nearly cum right there, but the night has just begun.
He pulls away and runs his left hand around up my stomach to my tits, which are nearly bursting through my thin shirt. He runs his fingers over my cloth covered nipples and I groan like a whore at the pleasure it causes. He grins, like he so often does, before he reaches down so fast I don't see and picks me up effortlessly by my ass. He seems to glide over to the bed and then he lays me down and kisses me hard again. I don't fully understand him or what he is at all, but fuck he gives me so much pleasure.
He backs off again and starts walking over to the stereo, I'm so turned on I'm dying to have him inside me he can't get back here fast enough. He hits a few buttons and the stereo hums to life and a sensual melody fills the air.
