He only comes to me in dreams now. His visits like my sleep, are short lived and infrequent. But still.... there are nights.
In my dream I am prepping food in the kitchen. I am at the counter intent on my work when I feel his arms circle my waist. I sigh and lean back against him as his hands slide up to cup my breasts. His lips are at my neck, kissing and nuzzling me. It feels so intimate and so familiar. Yet, somehow I know something isn't right. Somehow, he's not supposed to be here.
Twisting in his arms, I face him - my hands pressed against his chest. "Baby....why are you here?" He looks at me with his warm brown eyes and smiles, "Where else would I be?" And he leans down to kiss me. His lips brush mine, his tongue gently parts my lips and I am lost in his kiss. The way he holds me, bending me backwards and leans down over me always makes me dizzy. He always disorients me a little and it's almost as if our bodies blur together and we begin the process of becoming one instead of two.
His hands are cupping my ass now as his tongue explores my mouth. He is pulling me close to him and I can feel his bulge grinding against me. I can feel his heat and I can smell him and I can't get enough of his mouth and hands and can't grind back hard enough.
My hands drop to his shirt and I tear at it - buttons popping off until my hands are on his chest. The fur there feels so soft and familiar to me, his taut nipples begging to be sucked and bitten. I stroke, bite, lick and kiss his chest. There is something desperate about it and I don't know why I have this sense of urgency.
He has somehow pulled my shirt over my head and slipped my jeans off my hips. He lifts me and suddenly we are on the couch and his head is between my legs. I am in agony, this feels so good - I know I am writhing and gripping his head with my thighs, I am driving his face deeper into my slit and I am moaning.... and then I am begging him to fuck me. Fuck me fuck me fuck me....I am pulling at his hair, needing him wanting him inside me.... oh god, please fuck me.... oh god baby please fuck me.... and then he is over me.... his beautiful eyes looking at me... his beautiful mouth on mine...
Looking down I see his cock bobbing between us. I love his cock.... this is the perfect cock. I spread as wide as I can and again beg him....fuck me please fuck me.... and he presses the thick head against me and splits me open and I am crying and I don't know why because this feels so good and I love the way he feels inside me... I love the way his body feels on mine and his arms make me feel so safe and the way he whispers and moans.... and I say don't leave me don't ever leave me and he says never, never, never.....
And I cum in a great throbbing wave and he moans as he feels me contract around his cock and it makes him cum too. We feel so good, cum leaking out and it feels so good and so right.... and I am happy, but if I am so happy why am I crying.... so I hold him and feel him hold me and I cry.
When I wake, my face is wet with tears and my body is still throbbing with lust. He doesn't visit me often.... but when he does, it is only in dreams.
In my dream I am prepping food in the kitchen. I am at the counter intent on my work when I feel his arms circle my waist. I sigh and lean back against him as his hands slide up to cup my breasts. His lips are at my neck, kissing and nuzzling me. It feels so intimate and so familiar. Yet, somehow I know something isn't right. Somehow, he's not supposed to be here.
Twisting in his arms, I face him - my hands pressed against his chest. "Baby....why are you here?" He looks at me with his warm brown eyes and smiles, "Where else would I be?" And he leans down to kiss me. His lips brush mine, his tongue gently parts my lips and I am lost in his kiss. The way he holds me, bending me backwards and leans down over me always makes me dizzy. He always disorients me a little and it's almost as if our bodies blur together and we begin the process of becoming one instead of two.
His hands are cupping my ass now as his tongue explores my mouth. He is pulling me close to him and I can feel his bulge grinding against me. I can feel his heat and I can smell him and I can't get enough of his mouth and hands and can't grind back hard enough.
My hands drop to his shirt and I tear at it - buttons popping off until my hands are on his chest. The fur there feels so soft and familiar to me, his taut nipples begging to be sucked and bitten. I stroke, bite, lick and kiss his chest. There is something desperate about it and I don't know why I have this sense of urgency.
He has somehow pulled my shirt over my head and slipped my jeans off my hips. He lifts me and suddenly we are on the couch and his head is between my legs. I am in agony, this feels so good - I know I am writhing and gripping his head with my thighs, I am driving his face deeper into my slit and I am moaning.... and then I am begging him to fuck me. Fuck me fuck me fuck me....I am pulling at his hair, needing him wanting him inside me.... oh god, please fuck me.... oh god baby please fuck me.... and then he is over me.... his beautiful eyes looking at me... his beautiful mouth on mine...
Looking down I see his cock bobbing between us. I love his cock.... this is the perfect cock. I spread as wide as I can and again beg him....fuck me please fuck me.... and he presses the thick head against me and splits me open and I am crying and I don't know why because this feels so good and I love the way he feels inside me... I love the way his body feels on mine and his arms make me feel so safe and the way he whispers and moans.... and I say don't leave me don't ever leave me and he says never, never, never.....
And I cum in a great throbbing wave and he moans as he feels me contract around his cock and it makes him cum too. We feel so good, cum leaking out and it feels so good and so right.... and I am happy, but if I am so happy why am I crying.... so I hold him and feel him hold me and I cry.
When I wake, my face is wet with tears and my body is still throbbing with lust. He doesn't visit me often.... but when he does, it is only in dreams.