Klaus woke, stirred by his beautiful dreams of the stunning blonde laying next to him. She looked so peaceful, as mischief danced in his eyes; he found himself feeling a bit of guilt for disturbing her peace. She would no doubt be pissed- once she got over her high- but he would face her wrath he decided. He gently pulled the covers from her, peeling them off ever so slowly as though he was peeling a ripe banana.

Firstly his eyes welcomed her perky breast from slumber. He kept moving the covers down to her stomach. He watched as her nipples grew stiff as the cool air touched them. He smirked slightly at this. He watched as her chest rose ever so slightly and fell in a smooth rhythm. He kept peeling the covers from her to expose the peak of her womanhood. He can see her clit slightly peeking if he were to sit up far enough. He decided to leave the covers on her thigh, not having the will to remove them completely. He then laid down on his side, watching her body in utter relaxation.

First he rested a gentle touch to her cheeks. He felt her skin respond to his touch. Her skin was soft, not sticky from dried sweat.

She took a shower, he realized...while he was asleep no doubt.

He was thankful she had no desire to cover herself before returning to bed.

His hand slowly glided against her soft skin from her cheek and he allowed the tip of his nail to graze against her neck and he descended down. Her skin shuddered against him.

Mind you, he was giving her a dream in her mind. Mirroring his actions, he would make her feel as though it was a dream he decided. Only when she was to reach her high would she wake he decided. She knew him to be as cruel so it would be no shock for her.

He rested his palm on her chest, just between her breasts. He slowly dragged it down, but he was not going to let those perky globes suffer...he was not that cruel. He grabbed her left breast and gave it a small squeeze. He heard her breath caught, her heart was picking up tempo and her leg slightly parted and he knew she was aware of everything that was happen...but only in her dream. He should wake her to enjoy this but she had made him wait for so long for her. He will punish her for making him wait.

He thought of taking the hard nipple in his mouth, but not yet. She must have patience he mused. He switched to the right breast, giving it the same attention. He was nothing if not fair.

He decided it was time to move on, regretfully. He let his palm glide against her skin, against her stomach. He watched as her hips slightly rose, as if beckoning his hands to her womanhood.

Patience he thought...all in due time.

He raised his hand off her and scooted closer to her. The hand that was neglected of her touch was holding his head up. He wanted to see what he would do to her. He needed to prop himself for it.

He had been stirring when he had this idea so he had already been hard with want at this time. He would get his release in time he knew.

He was so close to her he could smell her hair, fresh shampoo was strong. Her arm would graze against his chest, gliding softly against his nipple. He would ignore that sensation for now. He had plans and fully plan on fulfilling them.

He rested his palm on her inner thigh. At this sensation her skin jumped in response and he smelt the beginnings of her arousal coming through. Her body, her responsiveness towards him was testing his restraint but he continued. Slowly he glided his hands against her skin towards her womanhood, and the closer he got to the prize, the quicker her breathing and her heart was racing. He decided he would put her out of her misery...so he slowly slid his middle finger into her. She gasped aloud, but he could tell she was in her dream, not necessarily asleep but not fully awake yet either. He was slow when he pumped his finger in and out of her, being careful that his other fingers would not touch her yet. He would wiggle his finger inside her and her hips would squirm in response, her womanhood would squeeze against him and he briefly though, if she grips his finger so, how would it feel against his cock.

The thought alone had him reeling with want, but he kept his composure, patience, he thought.

He pulled his finger out, as it glistened with her juices. He was tempted to taste her but he knew it would make his self control collapse, so he held back. He put his middle finger and index finger together and he used his wet finger to wet the other finger. He brought the fingers to her throbbing clit. He heard her whimper in her throat and he smiled, he was glad she was still asleep. He gently rubbed her clit in a circle; her body was shaking slightly against him. He pushed his fingers down in between her wet folds to dip them inside her and she took a deep breath and shifted.

Thankfully she did not wake.

He pumped inside of her gently; he wanted the dream to feel so real that when he would eventually pick up tempo she would not wake. He picked his tempo slightly, curving his fingers inside her as he did so and she was now panting against his neck. She was shaking his control without even trying.

The minx.

He leaned his head down and stuck his tongue out, he licked her nipple and she let out a cry in response. She was getting close he realized. He also knew she would get close to waking and he wanted her to be asleep for most of it, to only catch the high and miss the journey. She would be livid.

He slipped his fingers out from her to rub them harshly against her clit in quick circular motions. He realized he was losing her concentration on the dream and she would eventually wake up. She needed to reach where he wanted her to reach before she woke. He could feel her grinding against him. She did it slowly at first, as if trying to stop herself from doing it but had lost control of her body, but then her grinding grew faster and he took his moment to capture his breast into his mouth. He sucked on it as if it was a succulent fruit to devour. She began to cry out and pant faster and louder. He could tell by her cries that she was close and he kept his speed.

He heard her gasp and he knew she was awake, her eyes open widely and she lifted her gaze to look down. In that moment her head dropped as a loud cry escaped her when she became undone and he let out her breast from his mouth with a pop and grinned. He had her where he wanted her. He kept on his onslaught. Her hands were confused on what to grab to hold onto. Her right hand found her right thigh and her left was pinned in between him. Her nail grazed his member and he was in a pained hardness now.

He waited till she fell from her high to slow down to a stop. By the time he moved his fingers from her he had been panting along with her as if he had been on the journey with her and he sucked her juices up.

And she was delicious.

"Fuck Klaus" she breathed out, still gasping for air.

He grinned as he pulled himself away from her and stood from the bed.

Her aftershock was quickly forgotten as he took off into the adjoining bathroom.

"Klaus, where are you going?"

She heard him chuckle from bathroom "To take a shower"

She was in completely bliss from her orgasm, but it was quickly forgotten as realization came to her that he had given her a dream and purposely kept her asleep the entire time till she released. She had missed out on the real thing.

She was going to kill him.

She flashed into the bathroom and she saw his amusement through the glass, he wasn't laughing when she threw him against the bathroom tiles and he knew he was going to enjoy what came after.