If I was imagining a dream about you, I would take my time. There would be lots of passionate kisses and touches and licks and nibbles; lips, ears, necks and nipples.
Then as a little time goes on, as the heat starts to flare then would be the ripping and tearing and the lostness of getting caught up in the heat of the moment, when both of our bodies begin to melt into each other.
You go down on me, me going down on you, sliding back up our bodies to meet our hot breath and wet lips. Tangled up in each others arms and legs, hearts pounding, reaching, pulling closer and closer to one another, igniting a fire that can't be controlled; I can't stand it anymore; I must take control.
Wrapping my hand around your neck and kissing you deeply and passionately, I slide my leg around you, wrapping my body even closer and easily roll on top, you welcome the control. I raise up, letting my hands glide down your chest feeling your skin. Letting my fingertips trace invisible lines along your chest and stomach leaving ripples of goose bumps in their wake. I lean ever so slowly back down onto you. Feeling your tip meet my lips, my pulse quickens. My warm wetness envelops you as you enter slowly inch by inch into me.