Mr. Wrong

Here I go again

Kaylas POV

I found myself back in the studio, Dom and I sitting behind the desk working on the song he produced. I was writing lyrics as I listened to it. To me it felt like tango, passionate, for bidfruit one just must have even if it huenrts you. Melody he made me pour my inner desires on the paper, wanting him to see them and made them reality, made me feel every word I wrote. My heart was in sync with each and every beat coming from his song. He watches me hungrily as I recite to him:

"I don't need you, but I want you.

Be a man take my hand.

Hold me close,don 't let go.

Write your moves into my soul, dance with me make me whole..."

In one swift move, he picked me up and placed me in his lap and kissed me with such hunger, that made my head spin, and my body burning with a desire I haven't felt in a very long time. Without breaking our kiss, he pulled my dress up, and only let go of my lips when he took my dress over my head, and took his shirt of. He placed me on the desk and scanned my body while tracingn his fingers from my face,down to my neck, he cupped my breast and licked his lips. He then tooknmy bra off and started sucking now my very hard and sensitive n*****s. I moaned in response to let him know to continue what he’s doing. I ran my fingers trough his hair and pulled him closer to my body. His one hand was now feeling the side of my body from waist to hip, and he dug his fingers into my ass. His other hand was carresing my boob, while he took his time kissing and nibbing on the other. I was already melting under his warm body as he pushed his hips between my legs.

Suddenly I heard a high pitched noise and it started to annoy me, my vision went blurry and then I opened my eyes and realized I was in my bed, and that irritating sound was my alarm. I groaned in frustration realizing it was just a dream.

But wow, what a dream!

I got up, and looked for a paper to write down the lyrics I've dreamed about so I don't forget them.

As I carried on with my morning routine and getting ready for work, I couldn't get him nor that sexy dream  out of my head. Good thing I am done with men, I thought to myself sarcastically, because I know myself so well, and I knew I wasn't done with him untill I make my dream a reality...