Time to see what's underneath that leotard

Raven, too blissed out of her mind to continue sitting upright, slouches down until she is lying on your bed. With some quick repositioning you are now sitting astride her body, in much the same position as in your dream. You reach up her body to her shoulders and grab the top of her leotard. Pulling it downwards slowly, you lock eyes with Raven as you peel it away from her sweaty grey skin.

As it passes over her shoulders and catches on the swell of her breasts, Raven finally seems to come back to herself. Her hands reach and grab your wrists.
"Whoa there... What do you think you're doing?" She says, still breathing pretty hard from her orgasm. "I don't think either of us is done yet," you say with a smirk. She flushes at your words but her hands remain holding your wrists.

"Listen, I wasn't in full control of myself before. Your dream hit me like a tsunami. I'm not sure if it's because you are new, but I couldn't resist the intensity of your thoughts." You can see her remembering the moment as she says this, her eyes showing that she is far away for a second.

You can't help but remember the dream as well. That blue nightie, a very ordinary piece of clothing in all, looked very sexy plastered to Raven's sweat slicked body. In your mind's eye you are caressing her smallish breasts through the garment, working all around her pert nipples but never touching them directly.

"Ugh, stop it," Raven suddenly groans underneath you in a mixture of frustration and lust. She is breathing heavily, looking uncomfortably aroused again. Her hands slowly fall away from your wrists which you take for tacit consent to continue peeling the leotard from her body. You reveal inch after inch of flawless pale flesh until her breasts are completely exposed. Her pair of firm b-cups are topped with small nipples the same pale lilac of her lips.

The leotard, being long sleeved, pins Raven's arms lightly to her sides. The material is elastic enough that she's not really restrained, but it would be an ackward struggle to free her arms on her own. You let go of the leotard and place both hands firmly on her breasts. Her breathing becomes erratic at your touch, gasping with pleasure as you massage her tits roughly with your hands. Contrary to your teasing thoughts you pay special attention to her nipples, tweaking and stroking them with your fingers. She tilts her head back and moans in pleasure as you do. They stiffen under direct and repeated contact with your fingers into a pair of proud rosebuds.

Your hands leave her breasts to pull the leotard down further. But you quickly replace one of your hands with your lips and tongue. As you work the leotard down her body you suckle greedily at first one nipple and then the other. By the time you've worked the garment down to her knees, Raven is again a complete mess. She is moaning only occasionally now. Instead she is making smaller, almost involuntary, noises of pleasure in time with your caresses. Now completely naked she writhes in time with your tongue, lips and hands on her overstimulated body.