Is this a dream?

“Hello, darling.”

I turned at the deep husky voice, there was a tall, broad shouldered blond-haired man, in a form fitting grey pinstriped suit, leaning against my kitchen counter.

“You’re the guy that’s been in my dreams the last few days.” I stated “Your actually real? I mean you’re alive?”

He shrugged.

“Is this some kind of joke?” I turned around, staring at the cream walls of my apartment. But the same paintings hung on the walls, the same red couch and ottoman sat in the living room. This was my place, but how and why was this gorgeous, Greek god of a man standing in my kitchen?

“I believe last night we were interrupted before we got to the best part.” And he smiled exposing a row of perfect white teeth, under a devilish grin.

He stood up to his full height, at least six foot three. God the man was sexy. He headed toward me, glancing at his long legs thick with muscle.

“I couldn’t let us have unfinished business.”

I felt my cheeks go hot, my heart started racing, but panic took over as I remembered I was wearing a long frumpy t-shirt.

“You are beautiful” he said as if reading my mind, he was a few inches away from me. His pale blue- lavender eyes trained on mine, through thick black lashes.

“I have to be dreaming.” I muttered. My skin hummed, fully aware of this man in front of me, desperately wanting him to reach out and touch me.

“I’ve been waiting for this, for you, for weeks.” I whispered “But I always wake up.”

Two steps forward and his lips were on mine. His large hands caressing my back, his lips were soft, plump, he tasted like cinnamon and spice. My hands grabbed for his firm, round ass pushing him against me. Feeling his hardness pressed against my navel. He was so thick, and long. My pussy clenched at the thought of him inside me.

“Too many clothes” I whispered into his mouth. Now tugging at the front of his belt. “Off.” I was so wet, I needed to feel him, I needed his touch, to some friction against my pulsing vagina.

“My god”, he roared. Tearing at his suit jacket, the long-sleeved white shirt. He was fumbling with the buttons, I reached out pulling on either side, sending a spray of small white buttons across the hardwood floor. My hands roamed his chiseled chest, the light dusting of hair. He lifted the nightshirt over my head, letting it fall below us. His hands cupped each breast, as he dropped to his knees, taking each nipple into his mouth sucking slowly, swirling his tongue around, sending a jolt electricity straight below.

I moved his hand undermine placing it on my clit, he immediately started skating two fingers in a figure eight across my slickness, my nerves on fire. A moan escaped my throat.

“Commando?” he growled huskily

“Mhhmm” I managed to utter, standing up on my toes, pushing myself into his hand.

“You. Are. So. Wet.” He groaned. “I am going to fuck you so long, so good, you will scream my name, and you will cum harder than you ever have before.”

“Promise?”

He growled again, as his perfect, pink, curved penis sprung free from the confines of black briefs that now rested just above his knees.

“Auh” I panted, nonsensically.

“Do you want this?” He asked, holding his thick penis in his hands. He smacked it against my sex, the nerve endings sending out shockwaves. Briefly rubbing it through the folds of my skin.

I reached out for it possessively, to feel its hardness, to stroke it, to use it for my own pleasure, but my wrists were in his grip faster than I could say give it to me.

“Not yet, greedy girl.” He shushed me, pushing me so I laid flat on my back. He fell forward with me, his body hovering over mine. His dick, a few inches from my clit, too far but I squirmed restlessly trying to reach it, I wanted to feel it, I wanted to feel him, I wanted to feel him inside me, and watch him enter me. He kissed my lips once, before sucking on my lower lip. His tongue making its way down my body to my clit.

“Yesss.” I moaned at him, he flicked his tongue, teasing me, making me cry out. My climax building higher and higher. I couldn’t take it anymore; I was ready for my release. I clawed at his back willing him to give me what I wanted, to stop the sweet torture.

“I am going to make you cum.” He went to work again, sucking, and swirling his talented tongue.

“Unnnhhh” I moaned as the tension dissolved, fireworks went off, as my body exploded, and shook. The ripples of pleasure rolled through my down to my toes.

“Oh baby, your so sexy” He panted, “I don’t know how long I can control myself.”

“Ohh..” I panted, as he lined the soft crown of himself to my center, and thrust. His long thick manhood filled me, as he took each and every thrust slowly and carefully. Each thrust had my nerve endings sensitive, and on high alert. I grabbed him by the ass, trying to force him to go faster, harder.

“Fuck”, he growled. “Are trying to kill me?” he questioned

Each thrust became faster, harder, his breaths were ragged, I wrapped my legs around his torso, pulling him deeper.

“Oh god, Livia, you bad girl.” His thrusts were desperate now.

“Dax” I screamed out, as the most violent orgasm took hold of my body, waves crashed down, thunder struck and the flood gates opened.

“Fuck liv.” He cried out as he met his release, his seed filling me.

He rested his forehead on mine, both our bodies glistening with sweat. Those blue-lavender eyes were watching me, mesmerizing me, devouring my soul.

“How are you real Dax?”

He shrugged, and he lowered his lips to meet mine.