Long delicate fingers penetrate me slowly. In - till the brim of his knuckles and then out again. First the 'E', then the 'A', teasingly, delicate, taking his time. As the 'T' joins them I can't conceal my moans any longer.
His voice is stoically cold and warm at the same time. So tantalizing that I manage only to catch the last part " - ya, louder"
Throwing my head back I give in to his command, my lips plopp open to let out even a deeper moan then before. He immediately exploits the opportunity and plugs two fingers of his other hand inside my mouth. They taste like blood - and strangely, I like it.
Salvia is tickling down my chin as I lasciviously moist them, trying to reach the 'T' and 'A', which are impregnated on them. As if he've heard my thoughts, he shovels them deeper inside my throat, I don't mind at all. Slightly scraping the skin with my teeth.
My fingers trail the path of his wrist till they meet the soft cloth. He's still fully clothed while playing with my naked body, but I don't mind as well.
My spine bends as he manages to circle on the clitoris with his thumb. Ah, the 'D' will truly blow up a storm. My voice gets exasperated from the muffled cries of pleasure, as I start to grind my pelvic into his hand, desperate for the building release under his touch.
Close, so close ...
His hands are hot and soft. His fingers so long and sinuous. I feel myself pulsating with need till I can no longer take it.
I wake up with the most vicious, unsatisfied need I've ever experienced, the blankets under my panties in which I slept are soaked wet. Cursing every devil who had send me this dream, I reach down and touch the moist region, but it's nothing alike.
Frustrated I throw the blankets from my long legs and make myself up to the shower. I hate showering at mornings, but it seems like it will turn into a new hobby of mine.