...but oh to make it a reality.
He knows we only have a few minutes, he has to make each moment count.
His hands slid down my bare back, making it arch, pressing myself against him, desperate for more. My heart races as his lips brush against mine. His fingers trace my breasts, my hips, the inside of my legs, teasing me by carefully avoiding my wetness.
He guides my hand down to his hardening cock, showing me how he wants to be touched as his tongue glides across my nipples. I stroke him harder, hoping he'll let me have him soon. He moans softly and without warning plunges his cock deep in me, leaving me gasping from both shock and pleasure.
His body against mine as he rocks in and out, his hands still touching, feeling, memorizing my skin. He runs his hand through my hair as he presses his forehead to mine, a half-smirk on his face as he pounds harder.
His mouth finds mine, pressing harshly. It's not a kiss, but more of a posession of my lips as he pushes us closer to complete ecstasy. He bites my lower lip before turning his mouth to my neck, nibbling and kissing the spot that he knows drives me wild.
I can't take it. He growls his permission and within seconds he grips my skin hard as we finish together. We lay entwined, panting, relishing in each other, not wanting the moment to end.
Maybe one day, we can make my dream from last night happen, but for now I'll simply hope that the dream repeats itself...
