Point of View: Emara Stone
"Wh- wha-t are-e you-ou doin Ryan-n?" I notice I am stammering miserably.
"Touching you." Hotty sultrily purrs while looking straight at me through the mirror. His grip on my neck loses completely, and he grabs my right breast and squeezes it hard above my t-shirt. His one hand is inside my t-shirt and the other one above the t-shirt fondling my breasts.
"Kissing you." Ryan kisses below my ear, all the way to my shoulder. He bends his head in my neck's crook and darts out his wet warm tongue, still not leaving the eye contact, "Licking you." He licks it till my jawline looking straight at me through the mirror.
His voice sounds deep and rough which is turning me the fuck on. I bite my lips to suppress any sound or moan that is originating in my throat. "Biting you." He gawks me while he takes the flesh of my shoulder in between his sharp teeth.
I feel him licking my skin in-between his teeth as he bites it harder which made me close my eyes and cry out loud. This is torture. Pure torture.
"Open your eyes." I feel something pat on my lower abdomen close to my core. I immediately open my eyes and see his large hand above my core, playing with the hem of my shorts. His fingers are long and thick which made me gulp nervously. Oh, no!
"I want you to see," His husky voice gets my attention, I look up and see his whiskey brown eyes fixed on me. But the movement of his hand steals my concentration which is now slowly entering my shorts.
"To see what I am doing to you." He says in a low raspy voice close to my ear as I watch his hand disappear inside my shorts and touching my sex now directly. I suddenly suck oxygen, a lot of it.
"I knew it." He chuckles kissing my neck and licking it afterward. I panic as I remember I am supposed to be a guy. Ryan knows me as Ethan. "Wh- wha-t?" I ask him breathlessly though I fail to speak as he rubs his fingers up and down my clitoris which is making me shiver in fear and excitement.
I feel his smirk on my shoulder in between the kisses. "That you are so fucking wet." He says in a deep voice gawking through the mirror which I bet made me wetter. I feel his fingers further down and poking in a teasing way to enter inside me.
I shake my head furiously but all I hear is his chuckles.
Suddenly I feel his leg in between mine spreading them, opening wide for his fingers. Fear crawls up my skin as I feel his one finger enter in me which makes me gasp out loud then moan as he moves in and out of me.
Ryan smirks, his hand feels warm which is increasing my temperature down there. His knee pushes my legs further apart spreading them for space. His other finger slowly entered in that made me scream his name in pleasure.
Ryan chuckles then he sneers, "So she can speak without stuttering." I bite my lips to suppress another moan.
"Let's see if you can take another finger." He says while I feel him withdraw his two fingers and ready to enter all three together. I scream and panic so hard which made me fall from my bed and land on the floor.
My throat feels dry and my heart is beating fast enough that it would jump out of my chest anytime. I look around and see paintings on walls, Ethan's clothes that I wore last time in the office on the chair, books stuffed in my cupboard, trash cans on my desk.
This is my room. Fuck! It was a dream. A wet dream.
Relief rushes to my bones instantly. I clear the sweat on my head with my t-shirt. I get up from the floor, I look outside its still dark. I notice the discomfort in my lower abdomen and wetness between my legs. I feel a little pain there.
Now I doubt was it a dream or really it happened.