In my dream

A gift for you

Tristan

Walking down the long corridor that separates our suite from the others, I push open the door. My cock is already hard, aching with the intense sexual tension that has been building up over the past few days.

And the way that black dress clings to my wildcat's thighs should be a sin. A sin she'll be paying for, over and over, all night long.

As we enter the suite, the rushed way I shut the door makes it clear what's about to happen. A few months ago, Morana created a device that kicks in whenever I need it. It was originally meant to help with my occasional nightmares-sensors on the door and bed reading body temperature and heart rate. She programmed it to play soft classical music whenever my nightmares hit, soothing me back to sleep.

But there's another setting: when my body temperature spikes with desire, it switches to something... steamier. Right now, I'm hearing the seductive piano notes of the sexy edition of Crazy in Love by Beyoncé, and it won't stop until I've cooled off.

My fuc*ing geek goddess...

As I dig my hands into her thighs, holding her tightly in my arms, I feel her crimson-painted nails digging into my back, leaving a trail of heat with every scratch. Her lips press wet kisses from my neck to my ear, and her fingers tangle in my hair, sending shivers down my spine. The second we reach the inside, I toss her roughly onto the bed. It creeks beneath her, another casualty of our heated encounters. I'm burning up, desire clouding my mind, making it impossible to think clearly...

"Hmm, you're in a hurry" says Morana, a mischievous look on her face and a laugh that's going to have her on all fours in no time.

"Yes, I am. Spread yourself for me" I command, my voice tight and controlled as I start to undress her. I slip off her pointy shoes, one by one, and then slide my hand upward, never breaking contact with her warm skin. I reach her panties-already soaked with desire. I bury my head between her thighs, leaving light, teasing bites on their inner sides, so close to the spot that's throbbing with desire and begging for me. She moans, as I sink my teeth in her black lace panties and, using my teeth only, undress it from her body.

"Easy, big boy. We have the whole night." She grabs the belt of my pants, ready to put her mouth where I need it the most. But tonight, we have all night. And her taste will be mine first. The blowjob can wait.

"Do as you were told." - She understands I'm not here to play, when she collapses onto the bed, her hair spread out wildly around her, while I grab her thighs and bury myself between her legs. How I missed this contact, and it's only been three days. Moving and inserting my fingers in slow circles, I feel her opening up more and more for me. I tease, I bite, I feel my hands get tingly with her excitement. The moans escaping her lips are like honey to my ears.Giving her pleasure is one of the most enjoyable sensations I know.I would kill anyone who questioned this moment, even if it were myself.

"Tristan...." -she moans, getting closer and closer to her peak, her hands pressing my head down. Over the years we learned the best ways to seek each other's pleasure, which meant that, if I wanted, I could bring her to an orgasm in the blink of an eye. But today I would take my sweet time. She fuc*ing deserves it for bearing with me and all my demons.

Putting my mouth on her, I savour every juice, every fold, every tissue I can find while sliding my tongue inside her. She tastes too good and I don't want to stop.

"Tristan, please!" - She beggs as I decide to tease her some more, until my mouth doesn't remember any other taste besides hers. And then, her sweet juices come all over my face as she reaches an orgasm that makes her moan loudly, making my hand go to her mouth to baffle the sound.