His lips come back to my ear.
"Get on your knees."
The words are unexpected.
Twin bolts of excitement and fear go through me.
This is not what I dreamt.
The things I dreamt about weren't even real.
This is.
This is happening.
And I want it so badly, I'm nearly delirious.
But apparently, I don't react fast enough for his liking because he grabs a handful of my hair. His hold is tight, and his knuckles press against my scalp as he guides me down, turning me on the way.
I am face-to-face with the long, thick length of him.
His cock is hard, straining upward. The tip glistens.
"Did you dream this, too?" he asks.
I look up.
"No," I whisper.
He tilts his head.
"But I fantasized about it," I continue hoarsely.
He smiles, and oh, God, it is beautiful.
"Did you now?"
I swallow.
"Open your mouth."
It's a command I do not hesitate to obey.
His grip shifts, his thumb brushing my bottom lip before sliding between them.
I taste him.
"Such a dirty little girl," he murmurs.
I suck the digit deeper.
He groans, and the sound makes me shiver.
His thumb slips free, and his hand moves to his cock, wrapping around it and pumping twice.
My eyes are glued to him.
To the motion of his hand.
