Sweet Dreams
When my entire body is flat on the adorned satin comforter, he gently peels my panties off, admiring the view once again.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs, his fingertips grazing the skin over my ribcage ever so gently.
Grey hovers over me, locking his penetrating azure gaze on me. Our bodies do not touch yet I feel a powerful sensation run through me. Prickly yet pleasurable, just like the feeling I got anytime i had a wet dream about him. The feeling grows stronger, turning from a prickle to a pulsation, coursing in my veins, kissing every nerve ending in my body. I’m gasping, unable to hold on anymore. The satin comforter rumples and stretches under my desperate grip. Grey’s eyes never leave mi