Many emotions are coursing through me now and I am not one hundred percent sure I am capable of making the right decision on what happens next. My breath is ragged, my heart is pounding; I need to remove myself from the precarious situation I find myself in. I walk to the kitchen and reach for a glass on the shelf in the darkness. I fill it with water and immediately down it. I slam the empty glass on the counter, "Fuck!"
I could take her over and over again and it would never be enough.
I check the microwave. 11:27.
I shake my head and wonder just how I convinced myself this was going to be any different. It was always like this when she was involved. I suppose that's what I liked about her, the adventure of it all. Well that and the mind blowing sex.
I refill the glass and walk back into my room. She is still clad in only tube socks and loudly breathing into my pillows.
"Perfect," I sigh and place the glass on the nightstand.
She moans softly in a daze as I sit down next to her on the bed.
The smell of sweat and sex around us is exhilarating. I breathe her in deeply savoring the scent.
"I had such a good dream," she murmurs.
"Yeah?" I whisper into her hair.
She turns to look at me and smiles sweetly.
"That was no dream sweetheart," I boast running my hand down her back.
She closes her eyes and grins mischievously.
"I'm not finished with you yet," I remind her softly.
"I can't," she counters, " I have nothing left. I need water."
She reaches for the water in a pathetic effort of exhaustion.
"Wow," I laugh at her, "you really are done aren't you?"
She nods her head pouting.
"That's too bad," I tease, "we haven't even gotten to my favorite part yet."
I run my right hand down her back and over her bare ass. I continue down her legs as I feel the life returning to her fatigued muscles. She moans softly as I slowly get closer and closer to her pussy.