Raven, duh

You get up and walk over to the door, acutely aware of the raging hard on you are sporting. You toggle the door release to reveal Raven's familiar form. She is not wearing the blue nightie from your dream. She is dressed in her costume, blue boots and cloak, black leotard hidden underneath. The cloak seems more rumpled than the last time you saw it. You are trying to decide if that could be due from it being pulled from the floor as it's owner changed in haste out of a blue nightgown when she raises her palm and shoves you backwards. You happily give way to the pressure and allow her to step into your room. The automatic door in your room closes promptly and with a thump indicating a good level of soundproofing.

"Was that supposed to be a joke?" she asks, voice calm and even. For a moment you are fooled but even under nighttime illumination it's clear she isn't a composed as she is normally. The pale, disinterested face she affected before has cracked. Her cheeks are flushed and she's having trouble keeping her eyes on yours. The hair you can see is plastered to her forehead. You don't answer with words. Instead you reach out and grab her chin in one hand to draw her gaze to yours.

Suddenly the cloak parts to reveal a black leotard that clings in all the right places as she reaches out to put her arms around you. She pulls your face downwards to meet your lips in a kiss. After some initial shock you lean into the kiss, deepening it proportionally. Before too long you slip your arms into her cloak seeking her body. After some teasing caresses they come to rest just above her hips. Even through the leotard you can feel her overheated skin. As you kiss her you let you hand travel slowly downward to where her skin-tight leotard ends and her flawless grey skin begins. She shudders as you touch the exposed skin of her thigh. The fingertips of your hand move in small circles barely touching the scorching skin.

Abandoning their dawdling, your hands each move to squeeze Raven's pert ass. Her hips buck and she moans into the kiss. You stay this way for a while, massaging her cheeks through the thin material of the leotard while she keeps her lips locked to yours. Presently she breaks the kiss, to facilitate more moaning and oxygen. She groans in disappointment when you abandon her behind to reach up to her shoulders. Quickly you undo the clasp of her cloak and push it off her shoulders.

She slumps against the closed door, clad in only her black leotard, breathing heavily. You let her stew for only a moment before you pull her into another kiss. One hand moves to the back of her head as you push into the kiss. The other falls to her ass, carassing it for a moment, before you hook it under her thigh and straighten to lift her up into the air. You continue the kiss as you swing her up into your arms and step over to the bed.

After some complicated movements you end up on the bed together, her in a sitting position, pressed partially against the wall by your kisses. You sit on your knees between her spread legs. One hand massages the top of her pale thigh. The other rests lightly on her shoulder. "Please, I need more. Your stupid dream got me so worked up," she manages to gasp out in between kisses. That is all the encouragement you need to break away, releasing her lips and thigh. The now free hand drifts upwards as she whines at the lack of contact. Your fingers explore her sex and it quickly becomes apparent she is wearing nothing beneath her leotard. Raven stiffens and moans as you work your hand against lips of her pussy, the thin material of the leotard apparently doing nothing to inhabit the sensations for her. Her hips buck forward and her voice reaches a new octave when your hand brushes against her clit. You capture her lips with your own, pressing her against the wall with the kiss and the hand on her shoulder as the other hand massages her clit firmly.

In just a few moments she's spasming against your hands, moaning breathlessly into the kiss. She turns her head away to gasp for air and you kiss and nibble at the proffered earlobe instead.
"Ahh... ahh, ah!" she moans loudly. Her body snaps taut as she orgasms, lifting her ass off the bed and pressing her pussy as hard as possible into your hand. You redouble your efforts, helping to draw the moment out as long as possible. Eventually her muscles slacken causing her body to collapse onto the bed and against the wall. She looks like a puppet with it's strings cut. Assuming that puppets can have mind-shattering orgasms anyway.