Sweet Fantasy

He steps out, the steam trailing behind him like a gentle mist, wrapping the room in a warm embrace. Droplets of water glisten on his skin, catching the light in a dance of shimmering diamonds. The air is filled with the clean, crisp scent of soap and the promise of a new beginning. In this moment, I lie perfectly still, completely mesmerized by the sight of him.

As he approaches, each step resonates with an unspoken promise, a silent testament to the strength that lies within. There's a rhythm to his stride, a cadence that speaks of confidence and a deep, abiding passion. It's as if the very air around him is charged with anticipation, the space between us shrinking with every purposeful move he makes. He stands in front of me, brings his face down, just slightly hovering his lips over mine, teasing and beckoning, he kisses me hungrily, his teeth lightly graze my lower lip, my mind goes hazy.

His voice so deep, it resonates down to my core, I am brought to my knees in front of him. The towel that once wrapped around his waist, now falls to floor, and reveals all of him to me. No words need to be spoken, I know what he wants, and I know what I need. I take all of him into my mouth, I stroke him slowly at first, starting to build up more momentum, I can feel him pulsing almost as quickly as his heartbeat. He takes a handful of my hair and pushes himself in deeper, I can hear a moan escape his lips, and he starts to quicken his strokes. I feel him start to swell in my mouth, I know he’s getting close, I quickly pull my myself away.

His eyes darken and he pushes me onto the bed, pulling me to the edge, I feel his hand inching up my thigh, he finds my center and I feel him slide his fingers in, he flicks and rubs, and touches the right spot. I squirm and try to close my legs, he pulls and holds my thighs apart, he flicks his fingers even faster. I feel my legs start to quiver, it’s almost too much to handle, then he suddenly stops; he positions himself in front me, I can feel the tip of him teasing, I try to pull him into me, but he keeps enough distance between us, so I can’t.

He can feel how wet I am, he knows he’s in control, he keeps himself there, teasing waiting for me to beg. I need him and he knows it, and he finally gives in. I feel him thrust deep and hard inside of me, I moan so loudly, and I wrap my arms around him, pulling him in closer, I need to feel every inch of him. I grind again him, meeting each of his movements, I beg him not to stop. He starts to slow down his cadence, until he comes to a complete stop.

He bites his lower lip, then flips me over, he pushes my hips lower and adjusts himself behind me. I feel his hands hold my hips in place and thrust inside me, I bite down on a pillow and try to muffle my moans, but I can’t, I need him to hear me begging for more. I feel him wrap my hair in his hand and he pulls me up against him, he takes his other hand and rubs my clit between his fingers. My head falls back against him, he whispers in my ear, “Cum for me.” He doesn’t need to ask, I can feel the warmth spreading, he’s throbbing inside of me, I know he’s close too. My legs start to shake, I clench around him, and like an explosion, we release at the same time. Our hearts race, we gasp for air, we fall onto the bed, he pulls me in close, hugs me from behind, and places a kiss on the back of my head.

I slowly open my eyes, my heart is racing, and I'm struggling to catch my breath. In the soft glow of the morning, the dream lingers like a delicate fragrance, teasing the senses with the promise of a reality yet unexplored. The warmth of the imagined touch still burns on my skin, a ghostly caress that stirs a yearning for a passion that could set the soul ablaze. With each heartbeat, the line between dream and reality blurs, leaving a whisper of desire for a world where dreams are the canvas of our deepest longings.