The idea terrifies me and excites me. Even if I’m exhausted, I cannot crash and say “enough,” or “I need a break.”
The man is saner than I, and finally, he pulls out. I lie there, panting in a pile on my stomach.
He encourages me to hydrate, and he pulls me against the headboard.
As I rest, his fingers play with my nipples, and he kisses my neck. I stir, and my clit pulses again.
As I writhe, he can tell, and his fingers explore my folds.
He moves around on all fours and peppers kisses all the way down my neck to my chest. Then to my nipples, and then my folds.
Minutes later, he tastes me, and I moan. He swipes my slick folds, spreads me wide, and devours me.
“You. Very sick man,” I say panting.
He says nothing. He just sucks in my clit expertly and flicks it with his rough tongue. It is too much, and I need him again.
“Oh, God. Please, take me any way you want.”
The gorgeous and gifted man, with the best looks I’ve ever seen, kneels beside me. I fist his huge cock as he reaches for another condom.
As he rolls it on, he yanks my ankles down and lines me up again.
“Just as well, I was planning to.”
I give up counting how many times I come, and I just let go. I’m unsure what is real anymore or if I’m just having a fantasy.
Part of me also fears that I died in a car crash around Santa Fe, and this… This is heaven.
And as our eyes lock, and he’s deep inside me, we work together. As if we have done this before and we know how to do it with perfection.
Finally, he gets me over the edge, and I cross. My eyes pop, and again, it’s spectacular. Every cell in my body explodes as stars shoot through my veins.
I gasp, rupture, and I come like never before.
I finally awaketo the strong aroma of fresh hot coffee. As I open my tired eyes, I feel soft wind and the sound of someone blowing near my ear. I double blink and turn.
He is real, and it wasn’t a dream! The stranger is blowing hot, fresh coffee towards my nose.
“Wake up.”
“Need more,” I say, needing sleep badly.
“Need more sex?”
“Sleep,” I mumble, my lips turning up in a smile.
“You need to wake up,” he says, with more of his commanding energy.
I rub my eyes and take the coffee. “What time is it?”
“Time for more,” he growls.
We exchange a look, and I shake my head. “You know, you’re kind of messed up.”
“Oh, you have no idea, darling.”
“Yeah, you say that like it’s a good thing.”
