“If you open yourself, you do make yourself vulnerable to pain but the deeper pain you experience, the deeper joy you can have. ~ Mark Ryden I’m Gustav Klimt’s pale dark-haired beauty swathed in a patchwork quilt of gold. My breath rises and falls as my lover presses against me. His fingers push the gilded cloth away and circle my breast and then my belly. His wet lips meet my swollen nipple, his tongue teasing as heat burns between my legs. I moan, fighting the urge to open my eyes, because... when I do, the dream will slip out of my grasp. His hardness presses against my thigh as his mouth continues to pleasure me. He gently takes my nipple between his teeth and tugs before sucking it again and again. His hand slips lower and lower, finally sliding between my legs and when his fingers push inside me, he moans. It slowly occurs to me that this may not be a dream. I open my eyes to see Max at my breast, his eyes closed, and his hand moving over me.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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