Night Dreams

Hidden in the shadows of the night He watches Beauty dream, sleep. The night is warm the window open. Only a sheet hides the secrets of His desired sin. Her breath is like a gentle breeze, as the shadow becomes human and moves forward. As if by her own hand the sheet slides gently to the floor, Her body now exposed for His desires. Still within her pleasant dream, she does not know what awaits... He watches her supple breasts raise and fall with each new breath. He watches the soft deep brown nipple move on unseen waves.

The lesson begins... Leaning forward not touching her flesh, He hovers but a breath away from the soft nipple. Matching the movement of her breathing His mouth moves with her nipple up and down yet not touching. A wicked smile forms on His lips...

Time to change the dance she dreams. Time to open the door to the night's desire. Still moving with her body He begins to breath heated passion on the nipple ... Watching as her body stirs. As water is to a tree so his breath is to her flesh. Time passes and her desire grows evinced by the rise of her nipple. A moan slides from her dreams to reality past her luscious lips. Her eyes do not open but her mind does, opening to the touch of His breath. Now the nipple grows and yearns for this unknown touch, this unknown sin. With parted lips His tongue glides out to taste the Nipple's fire...

Tip to tip the two meet. Moistening her nipple's heated surface. A moan of needful lust rewards His touch. His tongue as light as a breath of air on her flesh, circles the nipple, fueling her desire. Rising up He gazes at her heated passion and moves His body down to hover over her growing heat He sees the night's true goal. Like morning dew gently rolling off of a rose's petal, her honey flows. From the desires that He created her body gives Him what He wants. Moving past her heated lips the honey now touches her skin. . .

Time to teach her one more thing.... His tongue curls out stretching forth He moves forward... The tip caressing her honeyed skin. He cups it up and then withdraws... Her moan now breaks the silence. With tongue flickering in the air He moves to her smile and finishes the night's wicked sin. . . To her face He glides His honey tipped tongue stroking it on her lips of red. As an artist would touch a masterpiece His tongue glides over her lips... gentle as satins touch. . .

He pulls away to become one with the night and hears her moan His name. His smile fades into the dark...as He leaves with thoughts of what sin He will create next.