Fuck, this dream feels so real.
I almost feel like I could reach out and touch her.
I’ve had this exact dream more times than I’d like to admit. And every single time, I reach out for her only to find nothing. My eyes open to find the bed beside meempty and my dick painfully hard and disappointed beneath the waistband of my boxer briefs.
I don’t want it to end as her hair falls around us like a curtain when she leans down to kiss me, but I’m powerless to stop it. This is always the part where I wake up.
Only this time, when she leans forward and her lips touch mine, when I reach up, my hands finding her hips and grinding her against me, she doesn’t disappear.
My eyes fly open.
The room is dark, save for the slither of moonlight spilling in through a crack in the curtains. It casts an angelic glow around the outline of the woman above me, confirming my suspicions.
This isn’t a dream. She’s really here.
And, oh my fuck, she really is riding me.
“Fuck,” my voice is thick with sleep as I gain immediate consciousness.
My balls tingle with awareness, my release creeping up on me as I watch the image unfold before me.
Daisy works her hips back and forth, grinding her clit against my pelvis as her hands clutch at her tits, her thumbs playing with the small silver bars in her nipples.
It’s hands down, the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
“Yes. Play with those fucking nipples, angel. I want to see you make yourself come.”
She moves faster, my dirty words spurring her on. “Oh, God.”
I grip her hips, my fingers digging into the fleshy curves as I work her back and forth over me, spreading her wetness along my pelvis.
“Ride me, Daisy. Use me.”
“Yes, fuck,” she cries, her movements quickening and losing rhythm as her release builds.
The beads of sweat on her chest glistens in the moonlight and I watch, enraptured as they roll down her sternum, lighting a path between her breasts.
She’s so fucking beautiful like this.
With her hair wild and untamed. Her eyes closed, lips parted in ecstasy as she takes what she needs from me.
Daisy was never shy in the bedroom when we were together. We were each other’s firsts, so everything we know was taught by the other. And that is also why I’ve never been with another woman.
The thought of touching another woman the way I touched Daisy, or allowing another woman to touch me in ways reserved only for her, makes me physically ill.
When Daisy admitted that she hasn’t been with anyone else since me, I wanted so badly to tell her that I still love her. That I never stopped. But I knew if I uttered those words to her, it would scare her away again.
I know now, as I look up at her as she places her small hands on my chest, her body locking up tight as her orgasm consumes her and swallows her whole, that I made the right decision.
And as my own muscles tense, my spine tingling as my balls draw up tight and my release spills inside of her, I know that I will wait as long as I need to if it means I don’t lose her again.
***
The next time I wake, it’s with a hard dick and a heavy weight against my chest.
Daisy sleeps peacefully beside me, her soft breaths brushing the dusting of hair on my chest with every exhale.
The sky is lighter now, not light enough that it indicates the night is over yet, but light enough that I can make out the freckles dotted along the bridge of her nose. I push the hair back from her face as I gaze down at her, taking in her every relaxed feature.
