He lays me down on the floor and slowly climbs over me, looking into my eyes, he slowly enters me. It's torture! He is going so slow, I feel like he'll never be all the way in. He stops after a second and I open my eyes and start to beg him for more. He thrusts the rest of his length into me with all his might, and I moan with pent up frustration. I am tossing my head from side to side, the feelings are too much to bear.
I want to look him in the eyes but am afraid he can see into my soul. I don't want him to see the love I have for him. I want him to think I can walk away at any time, that is just sex. I kiss him to keep him from asking me to look at him, otherwise he will see the tears. He pumps into me slowly at first. With each withdrawal I beg for more. I don't want this to end. This feeling that only he gives me. I want to feel him come inside me, his cock pulsing with his release.
Our momentum builds until we are both gasping for air, waiting for that peak to overtake us. he takes my hands in his and holds them over my head, our fingers entwined. I feel my orgasm coming as he continues to pump faster into me. I moan his name over and over against his lips, telling him I am coming. I hear his groan and feel the first contraction of his orgasm inside me, setting off my own. I arch my back into him from the power of my climax and scream his name. He kisses my neck and calls my name. I squeeze his hands with each pulse of my orgasm. I can't believe I've made love with him again.
After last time, I didn't think it could get any better, but I was mistaken. How can I let him walk away from me. I know we belong to other people, but I can't go through my life without him in it, somehow, somewhere, if only even friends. I have fears of losing him forever.
I wake up in a cold sweat. I sit up in my bed and look around. My body is shaking from an orgasm, but how? No one is next to me. The thoughts roll over in my head as I think about what just happened. I wonder was it real or just a dream?
