DARK LOVER She lies in her bed, satin sheets entangled through her legs, her dark brown hair spread across her pillow, drifting between awakeness and dreamland.

She hears a rustle at the window, thinking it is merely the wind, she rolls onto her side and drifts back to sleep. In a flash, he is there, pressing her back into the bed, his hands grasping her wrists and stretching them over her head. She is frightened yet intrigued by the pleasure coursing though her body. This is her fantasy, the one she had often played out in her mind when alone in her room. He whispers in her ear to not make a sound, to not utter a word, just lie back and enjoy this pleasure I have come to give you, my lady. His hard body presses into her soft, velvety flesh. She slowly nods and the fear subsides somewhat.

He begins to kiss her softly, tracing the outline of her soft lips with his tongue, her sighs urging him on. He moves to her cheek, his tongue exploring every inch of her face, moving to her ear, he gently nibbles and toys, moving down her shoulder, soft kisses and toys arousing her so. His hot kisses move to her heving, full breasts. He circles a hardened nippled with his tongue, delighting in the moans his touch brings to her. His hand gripping her wrists over her head, her body moving against him, moving as the slow dance of pleasure and desire consume her.

He cups her breast, gently kneading and fondling her, enjoying the velvet-like texture in his coarsened hand. He gently nibbles on her aching nipple. A flash of desire flows through her, centering in her depth, sweet nectar flowing down her thighs, urging him on with its scent. Her back arches against his hard body, his muscles rippling as he moves with her.

His hot tongue trailing down her body, reaching her upper thigh.

He moves slowly down her thigh, soft kisses and hot toys travelling down her leg and slowly up her inner calf, his hand following suit.

Reaching her inner thigh he slowly, torturously, lingers there, knowing she is aching to feel his touch between her soft wet folds. Her deep moans, the way her body is responding to his touch has him on fire and his hardened desire is pressed against her leg. Her thighs parts, he revels in her womanly scent, inhaling the sweetness that fills his mind with the essence that is her. His tongues finds her quivering lips. He gently glides along them, circling, toying and tasting the wonder that is her, bringing her closer and closer to that ultimate place where time stands still and utter ecstasy flows.

His tongue working its magic on her, her legs tremble, her body shuddering in delight, waves of pleasure covering her body, moving in rhythm with his touch, he brings her to the edge the stands before her.

Leaving her in a heap of passion and hot desire, he smiles into her eyes, removing his pants ever so slowly. Her green eyes locked on his, watching his every movement, smiling sweetly as her hand reaches out for him.

She is delighted in his obvious state of desire. Anticipation overwhelms her as he moves between her thighs, gently stroking her wet quivering folds with the tip of his hardness.

His hands are still holding her captive. He enters her slowly, his mind lost in the feel of her velvety depths, he thrusts into her, lost in her beauty, her wetness surrounding him and gripping him tight. They move as one, higher and higher they climb, feverish passion burning between them. He thrusts deeper, reaching her very soul. She cries out in pleasure and explodes with waves and spasms of joy. Her shuddering body puts his over the edge and he joins her, riding the waves with her, endless currents of sweet rapture.

He rests with her, kissing her passionately and whispering in her ear, "For you my love, sweet pleasant dreams". He quickly dresses and leaves the way he came in.

She lies there, still quivering with aftershocks of delight, smiling warmly and utterly spent. She closes her eyes, so content, knowing her Dark Lover had finally materialized.