Seraphina
I arched my head back as my hands made their way down my wetness.
Visions of him, his mouth on my pussy, laid bare at the back of my pleasure-stricken mind.
My fingers began to work their way to my wetness, and I slowly rubbed my clit.
I bit down on my lower lip to stifle a moan. I was on the brim of pleasure, and all I could think about was him fucking me senseless.
It was the same dream: a masked man coming into my room and serenading me with his length.
It first started as a simple thought born out of the very many X-rated books I've consumed for almost six years of my life, but slowly it materialized into mind-numbing need.
My dreams were full of him, the ripple-bodied masked man. I couldn't see his face, and that was the main reason why it was so much hotter.
Every night, I touched myself to images of him, inching me closer and closer to madness.
At twenty, I should be out there living the dream life like every other twenty-year-old, but here I was, stuck in this forsaken place and having every single one of my activities monitored.
I kept up the pace, stimulating my pussy until I was inches away from insanity. I inserted my fingers into my womanhood and began inching them deeper into my heat.
My need was building, thoughts of him on top of me, eating me out and choking me until I was senseless filled my mind.
I increased my pace and was about to reach my climax when I felt strong arms around my body. On instinct, I leaned into the heat, completely consumed by the idea that it was all in my head.
The strong arms moved to my pussy and grabbed my hands. I didn't protest; in fact, it was what I needed.
"Stay still, Princess," he said, and the heat that emanated from his voice was a disastrous menace.
It was the first time I heard him speak, and fuck, it was everything I imagined it to be.
He wore a devil mask that covered his facial features, but I could see the outline of his sharp jaw.
He bound my body to his and parted my legs in an ever-slow fashion. Before I could breathe or rethink what was going on, I felt his mouth on my pussy.
"Fuck!" I moaned out, barely keeping it together.
The sensation was nothing like I had felt before, and I wanted more of it. On instinct, I grabbed his head and inched him nearer to my wetness. Strong arms immediately reached out and bound my hands above my head.
His mouth didn't leave my cunt even for a second.
Fucking hell, this was too intense, more intense than I imagined it would be. His tongue nibbled at my clit, and I could only scream.
Now that my hands were bound, there was barely anything I could do except inch my hips closer and closer to the heat of his tongue.
I heard him groan, and tears almost left my eyes at the pleasure that filled the sounds escaping his mouth.
He parted my legs wider and went all in, nibbling, fucking, sucking me out like a madman in need. I was about to come; I could feel my pleasure climbing.
He kept at it until I could barely feel my legs. My climax inched me forward, and I felt him gobble up the essence of my release.
It was dark, but the beauty of his form came into view; his body was like that of a Greek god. I could have sworn that he looked too close to a sexual image of Zeus I had seen once.
The small traces of light in my dim lit room only made it even sexier. The sweat coursing down his frame didn't help matters.
He finally lifted his head and started planting soft kisses on my belly. He kept at it, and I could tell he was dragging more heat from me.
I tensed again, my body expectant, but he leaned forward this time, his hands still gripping my own, and placed his hardness on my pussy.
I felt him against the briefs he wore, and fucking hell, he was long. I could tell that his erection was the type that curved.
The inclination was one that made me want to yank my hands away from his grip and take him in my mouth, but his hold was too fucking strong.
He parted my legs further with his fullness and began grinding against my pussy.
I was one of the few people who believed that dry humping was a waste of time and energy, but right now, I was willing to eat my words.
His hips drove into me, and the feel of his length combined with the heat of his body was torture.
The stimulation from his thrusts made my mind race, wondering what he would feel like inside me.
My legs wrapped around his form, making access even more penetrating. He groaned again, and I was almost dazed with need, knowing that I could bring out that type of reaction from him.
His pace increased as he inched us closer to insanity.
His cock directly against my bare pussy plus the soft groans escaping his lips, was enough sign that this was as much torture for him as it was for me.
He didn't kiss me, but he towered above my form in a way that felt disgustingly close to lovemaking.
My hips began moving, and we rode our needs further into oblivion.
After a while, I felt our bodies tense, and I knew we were both close to a release. My legs clung to him tighter, and my hips moved even faster.
"Ummph… you're… so… fucking… wet," he murmured against my ear, and a few minutes, we came together, almost like our needs were in sync.
He finally released my hands and leveled himself below my belly, and just like he did the first time, ate me dry.
He stood up and looked at me with dark eyes, and I could see the heat in them, even if I couldn't decipher what his face looked like.
"Till next time, Princess."
And just like that, he disappeared into the darkness, almost like he wasn't even in the room to begin with.
I turned on the bed in delightful silence. The sound of the clock signified that it was five in the morning. I blinked again, hoping to break out of my daze, but the sound of music coming from outside my room was clear enough to trigger my consciousness.
I heard a soft knock on my door and then Kael's gruff voice came.
"Good morning, Princess, it's time to get up."
That's when it hit me, I wasn't dreaming. Was there an actual stranger in my bed?