He walks to me and climbs in bed beside me.His heat, the powerful vibrations of his muscles, his presence assaulting all my senses at once.My hands are still shaking, but for a completely different reason now.
His touch is soft as he brushes my hair off my face, his eyes fixed on mine, his gaze so deep I fall into it and keep falling and falling, dragged down by those concrete blocks tied to my feet.I don’t fear it.I don’t fight it.I want to go deeper still.All the way away from my reality.All the way to a place where all is good and light.He can show me the way.I know it as deeply as I know my name.So what if he’s just a ghostly vision?Just a figment of my imagination.It doesn’t make any of it less real.
Then his lips touch mine.And all that light explodes inside me, brushing my skin, riding my blood, crackling everywhere.
And I know this is real.That he is really here, in my bed, kissing me.Because no vision has ever felt this good.Or ever could.
The very air in the room is different now that he’s here, now that his lips are on mine.It’s crackling with possibility, excitement, the light he brought streaking across the darkness like Christmas sparklers.
His kisses are intense, deep, filled with so much desire I can hardly breathe or think.But I don’t need to.These kisses are all I need.
He breaks away from the kiss, as breathless as I am, his warm hand resting on my belly, strength he’s not using coiling in his fingers.
“Do you still want me?”he asks, looking so fiercely into my eyes I’m pulled into the bottomless depths of his.
“Yes,” I whisper, because there is no other possible answer.Because he might be the only thing I truly want.
He kisses me again, softer this time, as his strong hand slides up under my shirt, pushing it up, his powerful fingers brushing against my nipples, sending sparks of desire all through my core, hotter than fire.
He breaks the kiss again, just long enough to slide my shirt over my head.Then he gazes at my naked breasts, his eyes growing even brighter than they already were.
“Perfection.”His warm breath tickles and makes my already hardened nipples grow even stiffer.
I let out a long sigh as his lips touch my neck, release a breath I didn’t even know I was holding… for years, it feels like.
He trails soft kisses down my neck, across my collarbones, the soft flesh of my breasts.Another deep sigh leaves my throat as his lips find my nipple.It’s like the vastness of space opened for me and it’s all pleasure, all bliss, all light.And it’s not letting up.He sucks my left nipple into his mouth, the momentary jolt exploding in yet more pleasure, yet more bliss, as he releases it.
He does it again and again, worshipping my breasts like I’m some kind of goddess he can’t get enough of, like he truly means for me to be his and only his.Not even my own anymore.
I’m moaning and writhing beneath him, wanting more, needing more.And I don’t even know whatmoreis.
His kisses leave my tingling nipples and heaving breast, tracing a soft, slow line down the center of my belly, my vision, and my thoughts all fuzzy and blurry with the anticipation of themorethat I know is coming.Even if I still don’t know what it is.
His kisses reach the edge of my panties and my body enters a new level of pleasure and anticipation.Now that it finally knows what it craves.
He slides down my shorts, the silk fabric caressing my hot skin, but not as well as the breath from his lips.My pussy is sending sensations through my core I didn’t know were possible.I’m shivering even as my body is burning, breathing heavily even though I’ve never been more relaxed.And I’m yearning for something I don’t yet have but can practically already taste.
And as his lips touch my clit, that yearning explodes into a million tiny bubbles of pleasure, floating inside me and all around.My hips come off the bed to meet his lips, my moans so loud I’m sure they could wake the dead, let alone my entire family.But he doesn’t relent, kissing and licking, caressing my clit with his tongue and his lips and his fingers.Doesn’t stop my loud moans, doesn’t fear being discovered, so I won’t fear it either.
It’s impossible to fear anything with so much pleasure coursing through my veins anyway.All those bubbles are popping now, spilling more and more bliss into everything I feel, touch, breath in.
The orgasm rips thought me with such ferocity, such strength I don’t even recognize it at first.Because it’s so much stronger than anything I’ve ever felt.So much more pleasurable.So much better than anything I’ve ever felt before.
I try to look into his eyes, try to thank him with mine, because I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to speak again, or think, or do anything but bathe in this pleasure over and over for eternity.
He’s smiling at me, caressing my clit gently as my breathing returns to normal and my thoughts start to make sense again.
“Ready for more?”he asks and I instinctively look at his cock.He’s still fully dressed, wearing a suit that’s the color of the sea in darkness.The part at his crotch is tenting up, and I don’t know if it’s the shadows or what, but it looks monster big.I’m not sure I can take it.Not sure I dare even try.
“No?”he asks.He must’ve read it off my face.I swallow hard, not sure what to actually say.I don’t want to say the wrong thing and ruin this perfect moment.Or cut short what could be so much more pleasure and bliss.
“We can wait,” he says, and a huge weight lifts off my chest—a weight I didn’t even know was weighing me down.
I tug at his jacket sleeve, while his thumb is still tracing lazy little circles of bliss over my clit.“Why don’t you take your clothes off too?Please.”
He smirks at me.“Is that what you want?”
I nod.“I want to see all of you.”
