Wanting Him by Kat Von Wild Page A

neck,
trailing down her shoulder as the release of her jet-black hair now
cascaded down the front of her naked breast on one side. His kisses
began to trail down her back, which brought on a loud shutter of a
moan from her lips. This vivid dream was going to the exact place
she wanted, his wet kisses trailing her body and his fingers
exploring her wetness for him.
    She felt the soft sensual way his hands were
exploring her body from behind and the soft gentle gliding of one
of his hands as it caressed down the side of her waist. The way his
fingers tickled her skin as they lightly explored her body as he
worked his way down until he was in such an erotic position behind
her that her imagination could run wild with what was coming
next.
    His lips started at the back of back her
calves as sweet gently wet brushes of imagination moved tenderly up
to the inside of the back of her thighs as his hands eased her legs
apart, one at a time. A moaning plea of him to have mercy on her
left her mouth before she could realize that he was now the one in
charge, and perhaps she would like it better this way.
    A light chuckle of deep manly laughter filled
the room as his voice from behind spoke out between his kisses.
"Not tonight. Tonight you are mine, and I am taking my time."
    That comment. That thought. It sent
vibrations to her wet dripping core, and she felt herself tighten
and flinch with what could easily have been considered a teaser to
the orgasm she was sure would unfold.
    She felt herself standing there, completely
naked not only in the physical sense but the mental sense as well.
She had always been in charge, in the bedroom and out. However, her
dream had other plans for her control and desires. Her dream would
let this man take charge.
    His voice, deep and methodical took control
of her dream. "You're so wet already." He practically growled with
accomplishment as his finger slowly slid in while he was still
behind.
    She wanted to scream, but instead she moaned
in unison to what he was doing. He was kissing the curve of her ass
with his lips, dipping his fingers into her wet folds. His lips
began moving upwards to the lower of her back, and then moved
quickly upwards. His hand came around and cusped her breast. His
fingers toyed with her nipple as he let his tongue ever so lightly
lick the side of her neck. He pulled her into the space of his
body, letting his naked skin lay against her as his finger found
her swollen clitoris and brushed it lightly back and forth, which
caused a loud encouraging moan from her lips.
    She was not in control of her dream; it was
in control of her, or she would have stuck his hard throbbing cock
into her tight wet pussy already. Instead, her dream toyed with her
sensations, causing her to squirm in her sleep under her silky
white sheets.
    His hard cock settled at the top of her ass.
His fingers began dipping into her wet folds again, but not
affording her the pleasure of sticking in too deep, which she
wanted - badly.
    His deep soft whisper against her ear, told
her that he was about take control of her body in so many ways. "I
am going to make you cum in my hand, and then I am going to taste
you until you beg me to stop. I am going to bend you over this bed,
putting your sweet round ass in the air, and I am going to slide
into your wet silky cunt. And then, I am going to fuck you."
    His voice held promise and intrigue as his
fingers dipped inside of her with more intention now, not just the
soft playing of tender gestures.
    She pushed backward hard against him,
wiggling her ass against his hard cock, letting her hands reach
back and touch any naked skin he would afford her.
    Her moaning grew so loud that she knew
someone could easily speculate as to what we were doing. She did
not care because this was a dream, one that she intended on
finishing with her mental internal orgasm.
    His deep growl filled the room as his fingers
slid in and out of her, letting the palm of his hand brush her
swollen