I was already trapped in the cages of a Goodnight's sleep, when the disturbing and annoying creaky sound of the door opened the gate back to reality, and a familiar figure ushered itself in, and the shape was merely drawn apart from the darkness of the night.
But what didn't strain my night vision was the bright glance, accompanying the figure; that was halfway drawn, as if it was a flying ghost. But I was sure, a leg or two must be attached!

My eyes were still converging in sleep, and I was barely aware of the present. I loosely rolled over on the bed and had my right hand click the light button at the top of my bed.
And I immediately forced my shuttering eyes open at the sight of Pascal. And all the guards of wonders, scattered around my head, wondering what he was doing in my room, late at night.
His expressionless gaze was laced with the innocence of his handsome face, and he stood like he had come to take what was rightfully his, by force.
His top was light blue, it's thin material clinged to his skin, and even with the dimness of my eyes, I could see the outline of his nipples through it.
He wore a red short boxers, His skin was fresh and I didn't need to touch it to feel it's softness.
I glanced down from his chest, down to his legs and when I lifted up my head back to his face, I met the sketch of a gullible, helpless smile spread across his succulent lips, with his gracious dimples.
He removed his top and I watched it drop down to the floor. His chest was firm and full, and his pink nipples ready to be devoured upon.
He led his hands slowly from his chest, romancing his chest and touching every detail down to his lower abdomen, where he stopped and pulled down his pants.
He came closer, and bent his knee, resting it unto the bed, inviting the other leg in, and his ass was stretched freely while his hips made the fine line.
He slowly crawled until his body made contact with mine. He was on top of me, and his soft legs coupled on mine. My heart skipped a bit, followed by a gulp down the throat.
He brought his face closer to mine and his warm breath flared my skin, and he greeted me with a soft kiss, God. He tasted great.
He went over to my neck, his warm breath stirring the hairs. And he kissed my neck, more and more. I felt his Johnson harden and elongate. I laid there while his Johnson rubbed on me.
My mind glanced at the memory of Halen and her cousin. If they did it, many people in the world does it, and the world won't collapse when I, Arianne, get a taste of my cousin, Pascal. I thought.
He was making slow movements, while kissing my neck and chest. So I held his waist, he looked at me and his brown eyes appeared majestically, even at night. Then he held my breath in his mouth, while his hands lingered all over my body, exploring the warmth and softness of my skin.
He turned me over and held me on top, domineering over my body, I was all his to take.
His hands rolled down to my arse and down to my Puna where he slid a finger, which made me squirm and give a little gasp.
I smiled at him, and reached for his dick, pulling the hard, big , long, and strong man out of his restraints.
And it immediately moved in a pulsating manner, searching for any available hole in my body.
I guided it inside my wet, warm pussy. I moaned as he went in, going deeper, and with each thrust, I gasped for air. Clutched my hands, and moved flexibly on him, and the rhythmic beat of our hearts danced through the night.
Five minutes in, I was moaning, he was moaning and he was hitting faster, his rod was going deeper, my soft muscles tightened rhythmically around his rod before releasing and accepting it again.
My breasts dangled in every direction as we fucked, and the night's calmness was subdued with moans, slurping sounds of insertion, the slapping of our skin together, and the mumbly cries of the bed.
I was carried away by the ecstasy of his dominance, and was blown away by the sweetness of his dick, my moans became louder, as he applied more effort in thrusting, harder and faster.
"Ugh yes yes!" I moaned, while my teeth shivered and my lips shuddered.
Fifteen minutes had passed and we were already reaching to the peak of the pleasure. We got slow, and I started feeling inside of my punani contract, and my waist down to my legs were shaky.
I felt more juice flow and started pulsating, and when I felt like we both were going to come, I felt a cold hand tap me on my leg, repeatedly, Followed with a muffled voice.
"Arianne!"
I heard my name from the voice impatiently, and the tap came again, more intense that I was forcefully jolted up to see Pascal standing in front of the door, his eyes fixed on me, below.
And when I traced the direction of his gaze, I saw my right hand inside my undies, and apparently, it was a shower down there.
My eyes widened, and I looked at him again, he was still in awe, probably hypnotized by the beauty of it.
He wore a green pajamas. No, he wasn't wearing a light blue top, nor thick red boxers or pants.
I moved to look at the clock, but the rays of the morning sun shone through my room, and the sky was illuminated. It wasn't midnight.
I looked back at the mess and couldn't stand the embarrassment, so I rolled over the bedroll and covered it.
"What the fuck" I slowly exclaimed. He looked at me with puzzled eyes.
"Were you having a wet dream?"
"Am I?" I asked in all uncertainty. Damn it, it was only a dream.