WET DREAMS - FEMDOM EROTICA

*Chapter 5*

The painting of her desires had turned out exactly in the colors she wanted, just with a few unwanted strokes. She was in his house, in his room, with everyone having departed after a lengthy study session and dinner.

It was the dead of night, and she was in his bed, twisting and turning, unable to find comfort while he was peacefully sleeping on the couch outside, oblivious to the restlessness within her.

"Make the best out of it." Vritti's parting words were echoing in her mind, dripping with smirky and witty undertones.

"Is this how I'm going to make the best out of it?" her mind pondered amid the lingering memories of their earlier interactions. The touch of his fingers and the lips she had felt after everyone's departure.

She had planned to spend some quality time with him, not to lie in his bed without any conversation. But when he informed he was tired, she could not hold him for words.

It was like the frustration seemed unwilling to release its grip on her, regardless of her attempts to shake it off.

Her gaze shifted from the ceiling to a painting of calla lilies near the door, evoking a sense of connection between them. An intriguing sense mixing up with her desires.

Did he paint this? She sat up, deeply staring at it, and stood up, stepping towards the painting. Her feet halted before the wall, as her hand fell on the painting, mindlessly caressing the strong black strokes. It's not a printed painting.

That's when the desire struck her heavily, prompting her to unlock the door and step out of his bedroom. "I have to do something," she resolved, as she walked and paused before his slumbering figure.

He was sleeping peacefully, nuzzling into the pillow, leading her eyes to peer at him with that erupting desire. His features alone had the power to weaken her knees, adding fuel to her frustrations. "What is unique about you?" she whispered, her hand reaching to his pale skin, her heart thumping in her chest.

Her fingers touched and caressed his skin with a mixture of multiple emotions, like the soft touch of an artist on a painting, stroking it gently with different colors.

She got swayed by his beauty, mindlessly sat on her toes, and observed him reacting to her touch, unveiling yet another captivating sight. "Beautiful," she murmured, trailing her fingers down to his exposed neck, her heartbeat growing bolder.

"Please, I want it." The whispered plea from earlier resurfaced in her mind, intensifying her desires. "What do you want?" she whispered into reality, cupping his face and leaning towards his sleeping lips, unaware that he was slowly waking up.

His heavy eyes fluttered open, and he was met with an unexpected sight. He got startled, and sank back into the pillow, alerting her as well. She hadn't anticipated him waking up, nor her own actions.

He had frozen while she recoiled without a word, staring at him in shock, attempting to find the right words to explain herself. Her instincts urged her to apologize and retreat to the bedroom, but instead, she impulsively kissed him, astounding him further.

He could not calculate the happening scenario in front of him, feeling her lips move with tenderness, her face half visible in the darkness.

She pulled back, breathing unstably, and focused her eyes on his face, turning red. Astonished, he licked his lips and clutched the blanket tighter, affected by her actions. With no words yet again, she kissed him, this time creating a more intense connection between their lips.

He swiftly responded with equal passion and desire, his stomach in turmoil and his head spinning. Her tongue entered his mouth, asserting dominance as she pulled away the blanket and sat on his abdomen.