Dream time

I close my eyes, already wet. He steps out of the dark at the foot of my bed, blond hair catching the moonlight, the kind of body that says he won’t stop until I’m trembling. His cock is thick, hard, pointing straight at me. My fingers move faster under the covers, circling my clit, two sliding inside to match the rhythm I imagine he’d use. He kneels between my thighs, spreads me open, and fucks my mouth slow, deep, the head brushing the back of my throat. I suck harder, wanting the taste. When he pulls out he doesn’t ask. He pushes in, thick and steady, and I come on the first thrust. He keeps going, hips slapping, breath hot on my neck until he groans and pumps his load deep inside. I stay there, legs spread, feeling it drip. Tomorrow night I’ll dream the same thing again.