Everything is perfect, for now, at least, when you lie back to sleep in your bed. You will soon be sleeping soundly. A pleasant dream will play itself across your mind. You are so relaxed and comfortable in your bed that you hardly notice when he enters your room silently and looks down at you. It is a warm night and you are naked under the covers.
He gently lifts the covers away from you. You sleep on, apparently unaware. He looks at your body, it is dark in the room. He can’t observe you very well but he sees the swell of your breasts, your legs slightly spread in relaxation. He traces your sleeping face, with its soft half smile illuminated by the light from the corridor.
He moves softly to the door and closes it. The room is shrouded in complete darkness once again. He moves to the bed silently and carefully moves a hand against your legs. His breath touches your inner thighs as, featherlike, his fingers stroke you tenderly. Somewhere in your dream, a pleasant sensation makes itself known to you.
You are getting wet as he begins to kiss you discreetly. You are moaning lightly in your sleep as he insinuates his tongue. He traces a snail trail of saliva all the length of your thigh, before remorselessly dipping into you when it reaches their juncture, the apex of his pleasure and yours. Your body shudders.
Your mind is awake to the ebbing and flowing of feelings and sensation through your body. You moan with pleasure. You are not fully awake, but someone is nibbling at you, serrating the edges of your anxiety. And you love the feeling as he begins a determined assault of your wet interior. His mouth and his tongue are engaged in a junket of delight as your legs wrap over his shoulders.
The pleasure washes through you. You can’t see his face, but you know who it is. His lips and tongue are ravishing your quivering form as a finger drifts into you. Apparently unreciprocated pleasure makes you groan sensually. His finger is stroking into your hot, wet, tightness as his tongue strokes your sensitivities.
You feel the surge building deep within you. Waves of pleasure wash through you. Your skin flushes, your toes curl, your back arches, all the muscles in your body clench as the intensity claims you. You close your eyes in the darkness so that you will not see his face. You writhe with pleasure. Your breath is coming in short pants now. His lips gravitate to your left breast, his teeth gently grip the engorged teat. You shudder as pain and pleasure radiate from within you.
He is stroking into you now. Your eyes are closed so that you cannot see his face, but you know who it is. He doesn’t kiss you, which is as it should be. You don’t want him to romance you, you just want him!
His long strokes fill your tightness as you have never been filled before. His deep strokes are met by your hips rising to meet his.
Your legs wrap around him, gripping you to him. Your arms clutch your body to him. Your bare breasts are mashed against his bare chest as you give yourself to him.
You are panting. He is sighing with his exertion. His strokes are getting more urgent now. He is getting close. You don’t ever want it to stop. You want this to last forever. You know that the memory of it will last as long as you live.
Your bodies are as one. His hips thrusting into yours, your hips are rising to meet his. You grip and pull as eagerly as he gives to you. The only sounds in the room are the sounds of your bodies moving together and the occasional moan from the two of you.
He is glowing now, as are you, bathed in the sweat and splendour of your love making. Your uncovered bodies are slipping together. You feel his hot breath on your neck.
Your fingernails dig into his back as you feel a familiar sensation begin to radiate within you. A low keening sound begins deep in your throat. His pace increases, aware of your closeness to him and your proximity to the end of your night's journey.
Once again, you feel your skin flush with a wave of heat. Your muscles begin to spasm. You grip and pull as he stiffens. He gives a long moan as you feel his hot wet excretions mixing with your gushing wetness.
Your eyes are still closed as he collapses against your side. Softening, he slips from you. Then he is gone. You see the light from the corridor come and go through your eyelids as your chamber door opens and shuts with his exit.
It is quiet. The apparition gone. All is as it ever was. Finally you can open your eyes, content. You are glad that he didn’t speak. You are pleased he chose not to dispel the shadow of doubt. Even so, you know who has just bedded you. You have wanted him for years.
The frustrated desire is something that is hidden deep within you. Your body curls up ready for a much needed post prandial sleep. Eyelids droop slowly, blinking into somnolent clam. And you are replete. Yes, replete in the knowledge that, for now at least, everything is perfect.
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