I had my hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him off slowly. I kissed his neck up to his jaw, reveling in the little sounds he was making. When my lips made their way back to his, he clutched at my back and locked himself against my body like he never wanted to let go. //If only.//

His tongue pushed into my mouth, and I accepted it readily, mine moving in an erotic dance with his. I tightened my grip on him; he went a little woozy, I think, and I smiled on the inside.

"How much?" He practically growled it at me, but, even though the rough tone was indescribably sexy, it dampened the mood of my fantasy. //Damn. Why couldn't he have waited?// I tried not to let my shattered illusion show and gave him a stock look of veiled victory, then licked my lips. He wasn't going anywhere, now. I ran my tongue over his lips.

"One hundred, but I'm worth it, baby." I kissed his mouth, his jaw, his throat. "That's all inclusive..." My hand sped up, and I was pressing myself against him, our eyes locked. He couldn't say no. "Deal?"

He groaned a bit and nodded his agreement. I flashed a brief, circumspect smile. "A hundred. That's hands or mouth, Daniel. What do you want?"

Again, no verbal answer as I changed the rhythm of my hand, but his hand on my shoulder, exerting the slightest downward pressure as I unbuttoned his shirt, told me exactly what he wanted.

"Oh, yeah, I know you want this," I practically purred against his skin. //I
know I want this, too.//

I needed to taste every inch of my dream-lover's flesh, and I did, going oh, so slowly down his bared chest. His nipples, peaked with desire and the slight chill of the air, beckoned. I let my tongue dart out to flick over one. It should be a crime for anyone to taste that incredible.

Lower, lower, my tongue tracing a circle around his adorable navel. Finally,
I reached the place where we both wanted me to be. //Gorgeous. He is
abso-fucking-lutely gorgeous.//

I almost thought he would faint when I first got his cock in my mouth. Actually, I almost thought *I* would faint when I first got his cock in my mouth. God, it was good.

My fantasy was off and running. Somewhere in my fevered imagination, I was sure that this was an act of love between two souls, that Daniel could read my desires as well as I could read his. He wasn't going to last long, but I drew out the torture as long as I dared before setting a deep rhythm guaranteed to bring him off. I couldn't take my eyes off his face, knowing that that exquisite vision could warm me and sustain me even on the coldest day in Hell. His green eyes, pupils dilated to huge black pools, locked with my blue ones as he bucked against me and exploded.

I swallowed all that he gave me, relishing the flavor.

Everything was perfect.