I’m not afraid, only slightly insecure. She peels off my shirt and stares intensely into my eyes, her brown irises filling me up with lust.
“I’ve dreamt of this moment for one year, my love,” she whispers, her soft lips against my beating heart. The thunder in a storm.
I mechanically reach out for the lights, ready to turn them off when she stops me.
“Don’t, the darkness makes me feel uneasy,” she tells me.
Her long blonde curls seemingly cover her breasts – she’s like a Venus perched on my bed – a dream that I’m afraid to touch for fear of waking up. But she reaches out for my hand and places it over her heart, “I know that you’re scared, but so am I,” she breathes. Her buttery words intoxicating my senses.
She coaxes me to lay down, as I feel her lips migrate down my chest and below my navel…it cannot be….but it is….she pulls off my jeans and I feel bare against her moist skin. Her mouth around my cock, bringing me to life. I tell her to stop and I’m met with a familiar look that I know all too well that haunts, ‘Not again,” with a glimpse of defeat. Her body’s above me now and I cannot resist. I pin her against the bed and plunge into her.
She arches her back, pushing herself up towards me, I feel myself slip deeper into her being, and we are one – our bodies connected in blind oblivion.
This is the first time I give in to this madness and nothing could’ve ever prepared me for the final release. Her heavy breath is hot against my neck, she blinks away fugitive tears, her body trembles against my own causing a shiver to run down my spine. I come violently, with my forehead against her shoulder, I say, “I’ll never forget this moment,” my voice is shaking.
“I know,” she lifts my head up to look into my eyes. “I wish tonight didn’t have to end.”
These weren’t the words that I was expecting. But tonight for once, reality surpassed my fantasies.