Kelly LeVonne

Twenty minutes after, mum called for dinner and I had to go down after trying on the dress which was a perfect fit. I briefly wondered how he knew my exact size but I wasn't all that surprised. Theodore was quite the man, I thought to myself with a smile as I walked down the stairs.

Mom looked at me with a sly grin when I walked into the kitchen as she was plating the food into serving dishes. It was obvious she was dying to ask me something. Two guesses what, I thought to myself.

"Just ask, mom." I told her after a few moments of her looking at me and then looking away.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" She asks with a wide grin.

"Not yet." I tell her, sending her a wink before carrying some dishes out.

Finally, we all settled in for dinner, without my father of course and after Callen said grace, we began eating. It was a nice dinner with delicious food and funny company. It felt good to have my brother back, although temporarily.

After dinner, Tate left while Callen and I cleaned up before I retired to my room. As I laid there in bed, I was left to my thoughts of Theodore and that dress. I wondered what would be his reaction when I wear it tomorrow. He really is full of surprises.

I pictured his face in my head for the hundredth time today. His handsome face and that breathtaking smile of his that reveals his perfect, white dentistry. And then my mind began to wander to other parts of him. There was absolutely no doubt that he was big. There were just some things you could always tell about a man from simply observing the way carries himself and his physical looks. He looked like a good, well endowed lover that's for sure. And those muscles of his, damn. I've never seen them bare but just from the way they flexed and bulged in his suits, you would know he was packing in that aspect, which made me wonder when the hell he had the time to hit the gym. In between meetings and handling political affairs, I suppose.

All these thoughts of him had my heart racing a mile a minute and I could feel myself getting wet in my core. It had been too long since I felt the touch of a man and ever since I met Theodore I couldn't stop thinking sexual thoughts so he wasn't helping at all. I quickly turn off my lights and decide to sleep before my hand will find itself where it isn't supposed to be.

This time, it is uncontrollable when I close my eyes and there he is again, only difference is that this time he's here with me, in my bed. His grey intense eyes are filled with lust and desire as he  stares at me, laying soft kisses along my neck. His mouth lands right on my spot and I can feel my core dampen even more as soft moans escape my lips. He traitorous lips move up to my mouth as if to silence me and the feel of them on my soft ones are heavenly. His hand slides up my body from my thighs, over my stomach until I feel them knead my breast firmly. His hand is strong, his palm rough as he pinches my nipples firmly. I immediately arch my back off the bed, wanting his hand on me even more, unable to control my body's wanton reaction to his touch. When he does it again, I moan into his mouth and he detaches his lips from mine, moving away and sliding his muscular torso down my body before attaching his sweet lips to my nipple.

This time, I can't help the moans that escape as he suckles and bites the first before moving to the next one, he looks up at me as he bites again and I moan his name softly, "Theodore."

At the mention of his name, he groans before allowing his lips glide further down my body right to the spot where they need him the most. He kisses at my thighs, nipping occasionally, while I feel my breath stop, waiting anxiously for him to give me what I want. What I desperately need.

And then he does. His tongue takes a torturously slow lick at my opening and I feel a shiver course through me. He does it again. Once, twice and on the third time, he sucks my clit into his hot, wet mouth.

"Oh, god." I cry out, releasing moan after moan as I feel my pleasure go higher and higher as he sweeps his tongue over the lips of my pussy.

His finger rubs along the wet opening, lubricating itself before smoothly sliding into my core, moving easily due to how soaking wet I was. He adds a second and looks at me as if gauging my reaction, I bite my lip hard hoping to keep in the moans but I can't when he adds a third finger.

Now, I can hear the slurping sounds of my wetness in the dark room as he thrusts his fingers into the deepest parts of my hole, repeatedly hitting my G spot. Suddenly, he attaches his lips to my clit again and this time I cry out loudly into the darkness, my eyes slamming shut as I feel myself reaching climax. The feeling is euphoric as grind my wet cunt unto his face, his tongue lapping up my juices like it's the sweetest thing ever. My breath is heavy as I slowly come down from my high only to realize two things.

One, Theodore wasn't there. And, two it was all a dream.

Fuck me.

I look down at my wet bed and equally wet fingers. Looks like I already did that. Damn it, now I have to shower.

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Sorry if this scene was not descriptive enough for you. I can't begin describing, in a dream, something that she may or may not experience in real life later on, LOL.

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