My mouth stroked him, delving deeper with every movement, until I was able to take it completely into my mouth.
With each motion, I felt my body become more inclined to take him in the natural way. Yet, he seemed to be enjoying my foreplay, so I tried to keep it going for as long as possible.
After all, I was trying to thank him.
Each time I pulsed, he moaned, and his breath cut short. At one point, I felt his hands grasp tightly onto the arms of the rocking chair, so intensely, it creaked and shook, while he yelled out.
Soon after, he directed me back up and took my waist between his hands when I stood. He positioned me over him before nodding with intent, beaming widely.
I grinned as I grasped his shoulders and eased myself over his hardened, quaking member.
“Oh…Yes…” I thought, feeling my body quiver with need. I stroked overtop of it, allowing him to hit all the right spots, while my womanliness continued to moisten the apex between my legs. I groaned, feeling the stroke of his essence one more time, before thrusting myself on top of him.
Easing down his shaft, the tightness was welcomed, as I could feel every subtlety of his arousal.
Johnathan groaned as his hands spread against the small and middle of my back, before sliding down, around my nether regions, allowing him to get a firm hold on me.
I straddled his legs as he guided me up and down, helping to alleviate some of the effort and helping to speed up our motions.
He quivered inside of me as we moved as one, causing me to feel yell out in amazing torment.
My whole body felt fully exposed and intensely sensitive to his touch.
As our excitement continued to reach a climaxing level, I felt my body take a far more active role in pursuing an intense and mutual pinnacle.
Both Johnathan and I were breathing heavy, while I whined, unable to scream, due to the tenacious and powerful movement. However, neither one of us seemed to care, since we were quickly reaching toward our goal.
I was heaving, thrusting, feeling more empowered than I had ever felt before.
Johnathan was guiding me, while pushing up, delving deeper and deeper into me with every fast-paced blow.
My heart was beating so fast, from excitement and exertion that I feared it might explode. Yet, at that moment, there was nothing that could pull us away from the rising incentive that was rapidly approaching.
“Oh God…Johnathan…” I moaned, shutting my eyes tightly, as a barrage of fireworks seemed to explode behind my eyelids. “Yes…Yes…Keep going…Don’t stop…” I begged, feeling chills of passion rippling up and down my body, while his hands continued to hold me, guide me, until with one final prod, I he buried himself deep inside of me and groaned as I felt his love erupt.
The feel of his essence injecting inside of me inspired my own finality, which came after a few more powerful strokes.
After prowling at the edge of the euphoric sea, I was submerged entirely with one final, exasperating plunge.
I felt my nails dig into his shoulders as I pressed down, willing him to fill me as much as possible, while my ecstasy caused my body to quake all around him.
Meanwhile, I was transported to a sightless, soundless oasis, filled with nothing but a rush of positive, intoxicating emotion. I felt transported, possibly to another world, where nothing else mattered but this moment.
I felt completely free.
I wanted to stay in this moment forever, but eventually, I returned to my body and I felt the rush of emotions start to dissipate, flooding me, while my womanly cavern still erupted in pulses of the aftershock…
Within an instant, my eyes popped open and I heard the tail end of my obnoxious gasp. I looked around the cabin, placing my hand on my beating heart and trying to ignore the moistness between my legs.
I swallowed hard, with my womanliness still quivering from the intensity of the need I experienced. I tried to figure out exactly what happened and why I had such an intense reaction. I had no words to accurately express what my mind had concocted, apparently all on its own.
Part of me was embarrassed and horrified by the memory of the dream, but there was still another part of me that was extremely disappointed that it didn’t happen.
Chapter 4: Johnathan
The woman continued to moan in her sleep after drinking the tea. I couldn’t tell if she was moaning in pain or if she was consumed in a wet dream, which was slightly bothersome to me.
Goddammit, I thought, if I can’t tell the difference, I definitely need to get laid.