She got on top of my lap and straddled me. Running her fingers through my hair, she opened her mouth to my exploration. In my dream, she lowered her hands in the water and touched my cock. My flesh and blood cock responded.
Maggie and my dream was, well, she was the woman of my dreams. In my dreams, I didn't have to hold back from everything that I wanted us to do together. She wasn't pushing me away, instead, she was beckoning me forward. Instead of telling me a million reasons why this shouldn't happen, she was showing me all the multitude of ways that it could be a good time.
I rolled over to the other side and touched something. It both did and didn't register that it was her. I knew it was her body because logically, what else could it be, but even with that knowledge, I didn't care and wrapped an arm around her. I pulled her in, and felt my erection nestle against her ass.
It was warm and
comfortable and it felt natural. I knew I wasn't the only one who felt it. She stirred in my arms, flipping around so that her face was against my chest. I felt her throw a leg over me. I opened my eyes. Cuddling and fully torqued, I looked at Maggie in my arms.
She looked so beautiful that the multitude of filthy things I wanted to do to her actually fucked with me a little bit. I watched her; she wasn't as deeply asleep as I thought. Maybe it was my eyes on her that got her awake, but slowly, her eyes opened and she oriented herself in the bed. When we made eye contact, she looked a little bit surprised, but she didn't pull away like I imagined she would.
For a long time, well, it felt like a long time, I did nothing but watch her. I looked at her and didn't move so that she could move first if that was what she wanted to do. I wanted to give her a chance to go so she could get up and tell me to fuck off back to the couch downstairs.
She didn't.
“Are you awake?” I asked, just to make sure, but also for my sake. That dream felt so real I got an erection from it.
“I am now. You woke me.”
“Sorry,” I said.
“That’s okay.”
We didn’t move for a little bit but it didn’t feel uncomfortable. The build-up of the tension was hot. I felt like I had her but one wrong move and I would mess it up. I had to take the leap to find out whether I was right. I took a deep breath and threw caution to the wind.
I pulled her in a little bit closer then slowly lowered my lips so that they met hers. Her actions so far had encouraged me, but I was still cautious about her pulling away. Instead, she moaned and tightened her grip on me.
I imagined that I wouldn’t be able to survive something like that. In some sectors of my imagination, I thought that if the two of us had really made a deal not to sleep together and she had come on to me, I would be able to tell her no. Turned out, it was a lie. I was powerless against her.
I rolled us over so that I was on top of her and began shedding our clothes. I thought I was stronger than this but I didn’t care anymore. I wanted this more than I wanted to be right.
10
Maggie
So maybe sleeping in all my clothes hadn’t been the best idea. I wasn’t wearing a lot of layers but they couldn’t come off fast enough. I wrestled my pants off as he stood on the bed to get his clothes off. The room was warm even without clothes on. I was going to be sweating soon anyway so it didn’t matter. It was inevitable, wasn’t it? It was literally just a matter of time before we ended up like this. I was almost embarrassed by how much I wanted him.
It felt so good to give in. It was work, actual work to say no to him because everything in my body was saying the opposite. Our clothes flew through the air until finally there was enough of both of us exposed to get the job done. I was already panting. I knew I looked ravenous and wild, and I was. He got down on the bed between my legs.
“Are you okay?” he asked hastily. His hand was between his legs, stroking his cock which was already hard.
“Yes.”
“I don’t have any condoms,” he said. Neither did I. I didn’t carry them around since I hadn’t been sexually active in years, not to mention sex was the last thing I had expected on a trip like this.
“Don’t come inside me,” I said. He entered me immediately and the shock caught me off guard, even though I was expecting it. His first, smooth hard stroke completely took over my whole body. My head fell back on the pillow and I closed my eyes.
He didn't start slow, and he wasn't gentle either. It was exactly what I wanted. Sharp, hard, quick strokes surged through me. I lost myself to my sensations, letting my mind completely empty out. The two of us here, having frantic, amazing sex were the only things in my reality. It felt so good to not have to think. To not have to check myself and make sure I was crossing a line. I didn't want to be scared of him. Why would I when things like this happened?
My hand went down between my legs and I stroked my clit as he fucked me. I heard him egging me on, or maybe that wasn’t what he was doing, I was barely sensible of anything happening around us. It worked though because suddenly I was coming, convulsively, my walls pulsing around his cock.
His weight came down on top of me as he thrusted even faster. I heard his strangled moan as he quickly pulled out and finally released all over my stomach. He was still for several seconds and then he rolled over onto the bed by my side.
Besides his heavy breathing, the room was completely silent. The energy seemed to shift as we came down from our highs. Before, the tension between us seemed to make the air in the room electric, but now that it was all over, it was still. It wasn't just still though; Stillness I could deal with. I felt something else. I felt distance.
Toby got up suddenly and walked to the bathroom. I heard him taking a piss and then I heard the sink as he washed his hands. He walked back into the room and handed me some wadded up toilet paper to clean up the mess.
“That was a mistake.”