Into you...(part 1)Mature

The dream reocurrs over in over in her absent mind.She knows his touch,from the fingertip touch to the caress of the pink tongue that brings her to a powerful orgasm.

He is all she feels in the silent of the night.Her bedroom is quiet apart from the whispers of distress that rise from her mouth.

A name is said over and over.As if by sheer wish alone she can make him appear before her hungry body.Her thighs are uneasy in the bed,they move constantly seeking a point of no return.

A calm that is very away from this bed tonight or any other night.

We invade her privacy and we watch the dream unfold....

The scream of almost release had made her want to scream also but her body still shock from the orgasm brought forward by his mouth on her clit, his fingers still felt as if they were  inside her.

She wanted nothing more than to finish this and yet she lingered in the bed open to him in body and soul...He wanted so much of her,all of her.To became part of her body was not enough.All of who she was, had ceased to be enough,he wanted to became part of her inner skin, to reside inside her so deep, his seed would became root.But his body cried for fulfilment as his cock had ideas of his own...

His thigh persued its own destiny and open way to her.Not that she offered much resistance,in fact she let her legs fall to each side of his and her hands brough his to her mouth,her tongue shooth the ache that had started when he came naked to the bed.Her kiss so gentle, so right...

A need as old as time, a desire as new as life itself. To became part of her again and again.Where sex was only the beginning of so much more.

His mouth seek hers, his eyes closed as his mouth mixed with hers, his body inside hers,two as one.Together.

The sheer force of the dream reoccurs over and over, she sleeps in this bed that shows signs of deep frustration and we hear one name wispered over and over in her sleep....

   Kevin...

The End

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