It seemed like a dream or maybe it was my imagination working overtime again. I could feel his hands exploring every inch of my body, his mouth leaving butterfly kisses on my neck; it felt like fire on my skin. My nipples were erect with pleasure when he touched them through my purple silk nightshirt. It felt too good to be a dream, and I did not dare to open my eyes, afraid that the feeling might disappear; so, I kept them close and savored the moment.

I knew that the time would come when would not be able to resist the temptation to open my eyes. However, the more I fought with temptation, the more curious I became. When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was another set of eyes above me. I could not believe how blue his eyes were. They were darker than my own; so blue, deep, and hypnotic that I could really lose myself in them. I gave a gasp of surprise, but as I was about to speak, he silenced me with a kiss that was so deep and passionate that I couldn’t think about anything else. I knew he wanted me. His heart could not lie, for it was beating so fast. It was beating to the rhythm of my own heart. He bent down to kiss my neck very softly. It was as if he could read my mind. He knew exactly how to turn me on with every touch, or even a look. I couldn’t believe how fast I was starting to get aroused. At that very moment, he started to nibble on my left ear, and then my right, making me giggle just a little; he knew how ticklish I was.

With my eyes closed, his hands went from my face to my neck, and then down to my breasts, holding them through my nightshirt, tracing their outline through the satiny material, my body moving to his touch. I was so mesmerized by his touch that I began to lose control over my own body. Then his hands moved further down to my sacred place, feeling each velvet fold, with each stroke driving me wild. I held onto him for control with everything I had. I knew I was losing it - and fast. Soon he would have me completely under his control.

It was at that moment when I held him tightly in my arms, that he inserted his finger inside me, gently stroking me. While was stroking me, I moved my body to his rhythm back and forth, slowly at first, and then he inserted another finger, and this time he was pumping his hand hard. I knew I couldn’t take it anymore. I had no control and was going to reach my orgasm very soon. Quick as lightning he stopped. I open my eyes and moaned with disappointment; the look on his face told me he didn't wish to finish with me yet.

Then he started kissing me, at first it was tender and gentle. When my hands went down to his hard erection, the kiss went deeper, longer and harder. Our tongues were intertwining together. He slowly pulled away from my lips, still swollen from the kiss, my eyes still closed. He quickly removed my nightshirt. I opened my eyes and saw his eyes glow in the dim light. I knew he liked what he was seeing, just like my eyes never left his body as they traveled all over, admiring his strong physique, right down to his swollen member which stood out proudly. I can only imagine how hot and hard he must have felt. My hands were itching to devour this piece of rock-hard shaft. I was getting impatient to have him inside me.

Now that he had me completely naked before him. I was so hypnotized by his eyes, and even though he took his time in getting me aroused, I lost whatever control I had left; it wouldn’t be long now. He was leaving a trail of kisses from my throat to each of my breasts, sucking on my nipples until they both were hard. My hands went through his thick wavy hair, and then down his back (leaving a couple of scratch marks behind), and then up to his chest, teasing playfully with his nipples and through his hair, again bringing him closer to me.

What I thought was a dream was something more erotic. I leave it to your imagination to envisage the ending.