The Dream of the Succubus

I'm dreaming of you.  
I'm standing over you.
I'm watching you sleep.
I'm pleasuring myself as I watch you sleep.
You know me as your new neighbor.
What you don't know is -    
I am your succubus.
Darkness is softened by starshine, and you sleep.
Somehow, my unspoken desire stirs you to consciousness.

Your eyes open, dark in the darkness, but filled with emerald fire all their own. I am trapped, helpless in your gaze, afraid to move forward, unable to move away. I'm afraid you'll see what I really want.  I didn't sneak into your home to steal your money or your things. I don't want them. I don't need them.  
I need something else.

But I'm frozen in fear. I'm afraid you'll see I'm not the "nice girl" neighbor next door. Afraid you'll see how much I want your rock-hard cock. Afraid, my nudeness may not inspire you. Afraid I have no explanation for my presence except the solitary truth of my desire for you.

You look at me as a man looks at a woman - the way a man looks at a woman he wants - and I dare to hope so many things.

You rise to a sitting position, leaning on one arm. My breath catches in my throat as you raise your massive hand out to me.

I dream.

My own hand rises of its own will, or perhaps your will, to rest lightly in your grasp. You draw me to you, close enough that I can feel the heat of your body, the stirring of your breath against my skin. I can hear my heartbeat grow loud and fast in my ears, but still I can hear you breathe. My skin feels hot and icy all at once.  I shiver.

I dream.

Shifting sinuously on the bed, you make room between your thighs for me and draw me close to you, thigh to thigh, flesh to flesh. My body seems not to be my own, drawn tighter than a bowstring and responding on its own to your will, your gestures, your desires. It becomes a conscious effort to remember to breathe as you lightly drag your lips across my bare breasts. Your eyes still hold mine, watching my every emotion pass through the windows to my soul, enjoying the feelings you evoke in me.

I dream.

Gently but insistently, you pull me back until I lie on top of you. As I lean half over you, you trace the lines of my body from the top of my head slowly, maddeningly, down to the wetness I can no longer hide. Again and again you explore the texture of my skin, tracing the lines of my body, up and down my arms, my chest, my sides, my neck, my face, until I am quivering with the effort to remain still for your exploration.

I dream.

Without a word, you flash your sly grin then slide your magnificent shaft inside me. Waves of delight overwhelm me. I cannot control my body as I thrash about, the passion you ignite in me too much for my flesh to contain. I find myself falling, forever falling into the heat and passion of your touch.

You explode deep, deep, deeply inside me.

I wake.

And find myself alone - soaked in sweat and desire for you.