The soft whir of the air conditioner penetrates the silence. The chill air in the room lulls me into a restless sleep. Shivers multiply across my flesh, tightening my nipples into small points beneath the sheets. In that moment I remember; my body remembers…you.
Images flood my mind until I am drowning in you. I breathe your scent deep into my lungs and taste the sweet flavor of your skin. I can feel your hands roam my body.
I know you’re not here but I can see you. You are sitting in the stout chair in the corner of the room. Your eyes glow in the moonlight as you watch me. My body arches on the bed, and a knot forms in my stomach, tight with anticipation.
I can hear your voice…
“Touch yourself for me,” you command. That mischievous grin stretches your soft lips. Your dark hair casting a shadow over your features in the dim light of the room.
Slowly, above the sheet, I run my hands up my body. I can feel heat spread through my flesh. I pause, unsure of myself, just below my breasts, the sheet straining against them. Cupping my breasts, I arch into my touch, pressing my aching nipples into the palms of my hand. Wetness gathers between my legs.
I whisper a barely audible, “Please.”
“Show me,” you growl, shifting in your seat.
I tug down the sheet, squeeze my full breasts and pinch my nipples. The sting vibrates through my chest. Raising my knees and pressing my feet to the mattress, my hands travel down my stomach to the juncture between my thighs and a moan escapes me with the first touch of my fingers. My skin tingles from the cool air yet the fire inside me burns hotter.
Our eyes lock. My fingers explore my moist folds. I dip into my wetness, my body hums with arousal. My walls tighten with the need for more.
“That’s it, dirty girl. Now show me more, let me see you touch that throbbing clit of mine. And it is mine.”
Your breaths grow ragged as I penetrate my sex and spread my juices around my throbbing clit. Stroking and teasing, my body begins to climb higher, my core rippling
with my building orgasm.
You rise from your place and approach me, pulling off your shirt, stopping at the foot of the bed.
“Now, now, you know better than that. I didn’t tell you to come yet.”
Holding your gaze, I pull my fingers away, trailing my juices over my stomach and to one breast. Slowly, I circle my nipple, coating it with my cream. I suckle the remainder from my fingers, rolling the taste over my tongue. You always love to watch me lick my fingers clean. Your eyes widen. The groan of approval that emerges from you gives me the encouragement I need to show you more. Completely covered and dripping with my arousal, I spread my legs offering myself. I’m ready for you.
The sound of your lowering zipper sends lightning
through my whole body. Slowly, you remove your jeans, revealing what I ache for. Long and thick with your desire for me, your cock is just as beautiful and perfect as I remember. Mine.
“I need you inside me, please?”
You grab me by one ankle and tug me down the bed towards you. Leaning down, you bite my lower lip, licking it once with your hot tongue, enticing me. You pause, hovering barely a breath away. Then with a hard press of your lips you cover my mouth with yours. I open eagerly. A demanding tangle of tongues, I lap and suckle your taste. I’m starved for you. I drink you in and swallow your flavor into my very soul.
Pulling your lips away and straightening. you whisper, “if you continue to be such a good girl, I’ll give you what you need. But first I’ll fuck that gorgeous mouth of yours.”
Licking my lips as I sit up, I reach for your cock, circling it with my hand. Savoring the sight of absolute perfection, I flick the tip with my tongue and taste the first drops of arousal seeping from the tip. Rolling my tongue over the head you grab the back of my hair, thread your fingers and tug my head back.
Staring into my eyes, your jaw clenched with such intensity you grind out. “You know how I want it.”
I nod and you push my head down to your cock, your hips thrust forward and I swallow you between my lips. Over and over I stroke you with my tongue. Relaxing my throat to swallow you deeper, moaning and humming as you fill my mouth; licking, sucking and loving every inch.
“Fuck, I love your mouth. So hot and sweet.”
Sucking harder, I feel you grow thicker between my lips. One hand circles the base of your cock, the other massages your tight heavy sack. I relish this and my pulse thunders with the need for more. Your taste, sweet and salty, is like heaven. Pulling my mouth from you I lick a line with my tongue from your balls to the tip of your cock, grazing the head with my teeth, then lick down the underside of your shaft again. Stroking your cock with my hand while sucking the tight sensitive skin of your balls into my mouth. Your body bucks in response and you cry out.
“Enough! Turn over now.” You command.
Quickly I obey. Grabbing my hips you roughly lift me to my knees and lick a line with your hot tongue up the center of my back. Pulling me upright to your body, your hard cock rests between my legs. You bite my shoulder, then my neck. Every inch of my skin tightens with need. My heart pounds in my chest and my core melts like butter coating my inner thighs.
“I’m going to fuck you, but first I need a taste of your honey”
“Yes! Yes! Please.” I reply in a gravely voice I barely recognize.
“On your elbows, baby. I want that sweet ass in the air.” You whisper, your breath hot against my ear.
Your hand tangles in my hair; you push me forward. Resting on my elbows, I arch my back as you’ve instructed.
Kneeling down you lick up the back of my thigh to my ass cheek, and then repeat up the other leg. Gripping my ass in your hands, you stroke up the center of my wet folds with your tongue. My body shudders and I jerk forward.
“Don’t move!” You command and grip my ass harder, slapping one side with your hand. Crying out, my pussy grows wetter with the sting of your palm.
Standing again, the head of your arousal strokes my outer folds; I grip the sheets tighter and hear the distinct sound of my nails tearing the soft fabric.
Slowly you enter me; lingering barely inside with just the tip, then pull away. Leaving me grappling for control of my body as my orgasm threatens to break free. Slipping inside me again, my wet channel milks you tightly. Your growl penetrates my senses to their core and my body begins to shudder. With a slow, deliberate rhythm, you slide in and out of my hot walls with just the head of your cock. Whimpering in a desperate combination of frustration and ecstasy as you tease me; my throbbing clit becoming a tightly wound spring of desire threatening to snap.
“Tell me you want me,” you demand.
“I want you! Fuck me, please. Now!” I beg.
“That’s my dirty girl”
Gripping my hips tightly you enter me with one solid stroke, your hips slam against my ass. I cry out in sheer delight as your thickness stretches my walls. You pause for just a moment, allowing me to adjust to your size. My pussy clamps down around your shaft and you begin those long strokes in and out of me. Our grunts and groans become a melody in the silent room. The sounds of slapping flesh and wetness drag me closer and closer to my orgasm.
“Please! Please! I can’t… I nee…”
“Not Yet! Not until I say”
With another slap to my ass, I cry out in utter bliss from the sting of pleasure mixed with pain. Your hands grip my ass, pulling me harder to you; pounding your cock into me with each stroke.
One hand leaves my ass and you lean forward reaching around between my legs and pinch my swollen clit.
“Yes! Yes! Harder!” I bellow.
Massaging my clit, you growl in my ear. “Come for me baby… Come Now!”
My body explodes beneath you as you continue to pump inside of me. Spasms spread through my entire being. It’s endless and pure magnificence.
Sitting up, you move your hand from my clit and grip my hair. Your other hand still clenching on my soft ass, continuing your delicious assault on my body.
“This is mine. This pussy is mine” you growl.
Pulling me upright to your chest, you jerk my head to the side. Your teeth clamp down on my neck, giving me what I crave; you detonate your reward inside of me. I relish every spasm you body produces.
Both of us struggling to breathe, we collapse onto the bed.
You roll off me and I turn over. Sweating, deliciously satisfied and trying to catch my breath, my eyes close. Exhaustion overcomes me and I curl my body close to yours.
“Mmm, I love you baby. I’ve missed you.” I mumble through a yawn.
“I miss you too, baby.”
I sleep, deeply and you fill my dreams.
* * *
The morning light fills my room and that familiar soft hum of the air conditioner is still present. I wake and I’m alone in my bed. Jolting up, I look around frantically for you. Where are you? I know you were here. Grabbing for the pillow next to mine, I press it to my face and inhale. I smell you.
You were here. Weren’t you?
I rise sullen from my bed, heading to the bathroom. The evidence of our love making is still present between my legs and my body aches with that familiar soreness.
I smelled you, I tasted you. You were here! You must have been!
Your words ring in my mind, “I miss you too, baby.”
And then haunting reality dawns.
It’s not possible for you to have been here. It’s been a year this month that you left, ripped from my arms before I was ready to let you go; stolen from the world and your family.
With tears streaming down my face I realize… it was a dream, or maybe a torturous nightmare.