Wanting Him

Wanting Him

Erotic Short Story by Kat Von Wild

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2013 by Kat Von Wild

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Wanting

Jade had this dream before, yet each time the
dream was more explicit, enticing and erotic. Every time she woke
from her seductive dream, she would replay the memory so fresh on
her skin.

There in her dreams she saw the man of her
recent desires. His thick dark-brown hair styled professionally yet
it held that sexy bad-boy appeal. His honey-brown eyes that would
light up when he first gazes his eyes upon her. The creamy tan
complexion of his skin that holds all the muscles his tall body
frame displays. He was a corporate centerfold mixed with bad-boy
desire.

This vision of his naked body replayed in her
mind with a tantalizing thought of what it would really feel like
to touch his skin, run her fingers through his hair, letting the
palms of her hands run over the length of his chest and letting the
sensation rush over her with the feel of adrenaline.

Last night's dream was about him taking her in a
way she so desired. He had shown up at her door, ready to seduce
her, knowing; she was usually off-limits to a man like him. She
opened the door, dressed in an evening cocktail dress that was
shiny as it was red, with just enough material to make the dress
seem legal. When he spoke, the first thing he stated surprised her.
"I understand you have rules and guidelines. However, I want more.
I want to make you scream with desire, cum in my hands, and tell me
that I am worth breaking all these silly rules for."

In her dream, he states all that so boldly then
just as quickly as he enters her high-rise apartment, her mind
dreams of her lying on her bed, fully dressed but aching for his
touch.

Her dream knows what she wants next. She wants
him to devour every inch of her skin, lick her pussy with his
tongue, and stick his cock in so deep that she will scream out his
name in ecstasy. Therefore, her dream lets her mind play this out
like an orchestrated porn movie.

She is lying back on her bed, examining how
incredibly sexy he looks in his dark business suit and crisp white
dress shirt. Oh how she would like to be wearing nothing but that
dress shirt over her skin as he undresses her.

She can see the strain in his pants, so she
decides she will be the dominate one, for now. "Take off your
clothes." It came out as a sexual demand, one that he followed
quickly as his eyes enlarged with a passionate gaze.

She lowered her voice and whispered. "Show me
that incredibly sexy body of yours and that full hard cock of
yours. Then undress me with your hands slowly. Kiss me everywhere.
Make me crumple into a wet heated mess, and then make me cum all
over again."

He took her dominating suggestion quite well,
because his clothes were off and tossed randomly to the corner of
her room, not far from the bed. He put a hand out and pulled her up
to him. He kissed her slowly, while his hands caressed areas of her
body. Then the sound of the zipper on the back of her dress
resounded over their breathing as it tickled her skin.

He pulled away from the kiss, turned her
around so her back was to him, and lowered her red shiny scrap of
material to the ground. She heard the sound of fabric land
somewhere behind them. This caused her body to tremble with the
delicious thought of what her imagination was playing out for
her.

She felt his hand brush her hair aside as he
began kissing the side of her neck. She heard a whisper into her
ear, something about 'so sexy'

His kisses moved toward the back of her neck,
trailing down her shoulder as the release of her jet-black hair now
cascaded down the front of her naked breast on one side. His kisses
began to trail down her back, which brought on a loud shutter of a
moan from her lips. This vivid dream was going to the exact place
she wanted, his wet kisses trailing her body and his fingers
exploring her wetness for him.

She felt the soft sensual way his hands were
exploring her body from behind and the soft gentle gliding of one
of his hands as it caressed down the side of her waist. The way his
fingers tickled her skin as they lightly explored her body as he
worked his way down until he was in such an erotic position behind
her that her imagination could run wild with what was coming
next.

His lips started at the back of back her
calves as sweet gently wet brushes of imagination moved tenderly up
to the inside of the back of her thighs as his hands eased her legs
apart, one at a time. A moaning plea of him to have mercy on her
left her mouth before she could realize that he was now the one in
charge, and perhaps she would like it better this way.

A light chuckle of deep manly laughter filled
the room as his voice from behind spoke out between his kisses.
"Not tonight. Tonight you are mine, and I am taking my time."

That comment. That thought. It sent
vibrations to her wet dripping core, and she felt herself tighten
and flinch with what could easily have been considered a teaser to
the orgasm she was sure would unfold.

She felt herself standing there, completely
naked not only in the physical sense but the mental sense as well.
She had always been in charge, in the bedroom and out. However, her
dream had other plans for her control and desires. Her dream would
let this man take charge.

His voice, deep and methodical took control
of her dream. "You're so wet already." He practically growled with
accomplishment as his finger slowly slid in while he was still
behind.

She wanted to scream, but instead she moaned
in unison to what he was doing. He was kissing the curve of her ass
with his lips, dipping his fingers into her wet folds. His lips
began moving upwards to the lower of her back, and then moved
quickly upwards. His hand came around and cusped her breast. His
fingers toyed with her nipple as he let his tongue ever so lightly
lick the side of her neck. He pulled her into the space of his
body, letting his naked skin lay against her as his finger found
her swollen clitoris and brushed it lightly back and forth, which
caused a loud encouraging moan from her lips.

She was not in control of her dream; it was
in control of her, or she would have stuck his hard throbbing cock
into her tight wet pussy already. Instead, her dream toyed with her
sensations, causing her to squirm in her sleep under her silky
white sheets.

His hard cock settled at the top of her ass.
His fingers began dipping into her wet folds again, but not
affording her the pleasure of sticking in too deep, which she
wanted - badly.

His deep soft whisper against her ear, told
her that he was about take control of her body in so many ways. "I
am going to make you cum in my hand, and then I am going to taste
you until you beg me to stop. I am going to bend you over this bed,
putting your sweet round ass in the air, and I am going to slide
into your wet silky cunt. And then, I am going to fuck you."

His voice held promise and intrigue as his
fingers dipped inside of her with more intention now, not just the
soft playing of tender gestures.

She pushed backward hard against him,
wiggling her ass against his hard cock, letting her hands reach
back and touch any naked skin he would afford her.

Her moaning grew so loud that she knew
someone could easily speculate as to what we were doing. She did
not care because this was a dream, one that she intended on
finishing with her mental internal orgasm.

His deep growl filled the room as his fingers
slid in and out of her, letting the palm of his hand brush her
swollen clitoris, his other hand holding her breast as his mouth
kissed and licked at her neck.

Her body felt so sensitive and alive, and the
closeness of the orgasm was so close if she could only hold out a
moment more, letting this dream last a little longer. She knew she
was going to cum in his hand with just a few more strokes. She
could feel it with the way he brought her body pleasure. Then she
released her inhibition as she let her legs clamp around his hand,
and her body shook with quick quivering bouts of desire. "Oh God!"
She yelled out, filling the room with the pleasurable gasp of
joy.

He held her close to him for a second. She
could feel the twitch of his cock behind her. His heavy breathing
told her what he wanted to do. He wanted to fuck her hard and fast,
which in this dream, she wanted that too, yet her dream had another
plan. For some reason it wanted him to hold off sticking his hard
cock in her wetness. He was going to make her cum again with his
mouth.

With her body still humming and dripping wet,
he laid her back onto the bed. She felt her arms go up above her
head and her legs barely spread open against the bed. It was so
easy for her to look at him and think of what was coming next as he
was glorious to look at. His muscles appeared pumped from his
exertion; his smile told her he was going to enjoy himself. His
eyes lit up as she slowly spread her legs, showing him the freshly
waxed portrait he only felt with his hands.

He lowered his face down as he pushed her
bent legs back to spread her open wider. The first lash of his
tongue, she moaned with intense pleasure. His tongue was strong,
his mouth hot, and he had a way of doing things to her down there
that made her hands above her head, slap down to the bed sheet, and
grasp hold for dear life.

Her heavy breathing and moaning only
encouraged him on. He knew she was close, so very close with her
heavy moans and pleas, her wiggling, and then it hit her so fast,
that he latched on and sucked hard as she shivered and quickened
through quick electric pulses her body was producing.

Moments later, a whisper of air passed down
there, and she opened her eyes in time to see him triumphantly
slide his hard cock inside of her with eyes darkened and wide; his
chest puffed, and his muscular body started to position itself over
her body. Then she watched the pleasure she gave him as he slid
into her slowly, tight from her orgasms, still pulsing with
pleasure. He slid in slow and moaned. Then her hands went up to his
arms and stroked his muscles. She looked into his eyes as he slid
in and out slowly. She wrapped her legs around his back and lifted
her hips up just enough so that he could glide against her swollen
clit and lead her to that third one.

Just as she came in her dream with him pulsing
and tensing, she awoke with a smile on her face.

This is what Jade wanted, this dream to really
happen, yet as of tonight he was still as unobtainable as the first
day she saw him. She wanted all that to change. She let her mind
formulate a plan as she got out of her bed, put on her robe and
decided that all of this will have to wait.

That night, Jade watched him from her loft
across the way. Night had fallen, and her loft was pitch-black. She
wanted it that way. She waited patiently for him to come home and
follow his nightly routine as her loft provided the perfect view of
his loft, directly across the street from her. Coincidence or fate
could be to blame, yet something told her what she was about to do
in the coming days was wickedly sinful.

That 'he' she watched patiently, on nights like
this, was one Collin Maze. A successful businessman in the area and
their only interaction was an occasional run-in at the local
market, that was located at the base of his warehouse loft across
the street from her loft.