I laugh, the sound coming out more animalistic now that I have her wet heat kissing the tip of my cock. “Yeah, babe … finally. I wish I could wait to get you somewhere more accommodating, but I’ll make it worth it.” Remembering my earlier thoughts, I rush out the next words in a hiss as I start to push inside her. “Tell me your name, babe,” I ask, moaning loudly when the tip of my cock enters her and is surrounded by the tight, scorching wet heat of her cunt. I might be an ass, but I’ll, at least, let her think I care about who I’m fucking by recalling to ask her what her fucking name is.
Her legs lock and her body goes from soft and pliable to rock hard instantly. Confusion makes me pause in my movements, not pushing any farther into her tight as fuck little body. I can feel sweat beading on my forehead. I’ve never fucked a woman who felt this good around me, and I’m only an inch inside her snug *. The painful gasp that comes from her makes me jerk my head up from where I had been nibbling from the back of her ear down to her shoulder. I knew I should have waited until I could get her off this wall before fucking her.
With a gasp, I open my eyes for the first time. Confusion holds me in its grip for a beat before I realize I had been dreaming. What the fuck? The same one had haunted my dreams for longer than I care to admit and it never fails. I wake up with my cock hard, seconds away from coming, but never getting past that one fucking moment.
I search through the darkness of my room as I try to grab hold of the dredges of the dream that I never get to see the end of. No matter how hard I try, I never see her. I never get anything past that breathy gasp. Well, that’s a lie … I did get a bed of my own come once when I decided just the thought of that tight cunt was worth letting a load out.
“Goddamn,” I bark, the sound echoing off the empty room around me.
Lifting off the mattress, I toss back the covers and move to stand. My whole body is alive with the dream that never seems to leave. The location changes, as it always has over the years, but lately, it’s been the same.
Me taking a woman I mask as Ember in some drunken haze fuck against the side of my parents’ house during my sister’s wedding reception. The hell if I can remember when it turned into that, though. I only recently started picturing and hearing the sounds of everyone partying around us.
The dreams started shortly after her graduation party, but they have never, not once, felt this real. Reaching down as I walk, I wrap my hand around my balls, feeling for the wetness that had been falling from her body in my dream, only to come up empty. Well, not fucking empty since I can feel just how real my mind thought that dream was.
Walking through my bedroom, I keep my hand on my balls as the discomfort from each step I take seems to hit me right between the legs. A painful reminder my cock needs attention now.
As I walk past my open bedroom door, I’m thankful that I live alone now. Not bothering with the light, I walk into the bathroom, opening the glass door of the shower, and turn the water on. I don’t wait for the water to heat; I don’t even feel the cold blast when I step in and under the spray. I’m too busy still trying to continue the dream.
With a sigh of resignation, I realize it’s a fruitless endeavor even to try. Might as well give me a memory I would love to have had a chance at making a reality. My hand goes for the body wash as my mind brings up the most recent picture of Ember in my mind. Squeezing blindly, I fill my palm before soaping up my body, trailing my hand down my abs before moving back to my balls. I give them a little attention before my fist wraps around my painfully hard cock, stroking slowly as the vision fills my mind like a motion picture.
She hasn’t changed much in almost three years. Her small body, big tits, and face that would tempt a saint have only matured. She was beautiful at eighteen, but now, just shy of twenty-one, she’s breathtaking.
The last time I saw her feels like a lifetime ago, but it was maybe six or so months ago standing outside my parents’ house during one of the monthly dinners we all have. Our parents have been a tight-knit group of friends since way before we were all born, and ever since they started adding kids to the group, monthly dinners have become a must for all to attend.
Everyone was there that night since it was her father’s birthday. Thinking back, that was probably the only reason she was there, since she’s made it a point to make herself scarce. Even before that night, she hadn’t come but every other or so month.
The vision of her fills my mind, and I moan deep in my throat when the hand not busy with my cock rubs over my hard nipples; twisting the metal piercing through them causes the hard cock in my hand to jerk.
She’d pulled her dark auburn hair back in a high ponytail that day, highlighting her long neck. I remember wondering what it would be like to wrap her thick, long hair around my fist as I took her from behind with just that hold on her hair. She never took off her sunglasses, which, at the time, pissed me off because I could always tell what she was thinking with one look in those dark brown eyes. She kept herself distant from me, which also pissed me the fuck off, but I remember a breeze bringing the intoxicating scent of her to my nostrils.
Lemon and wildflowers.