by Annie Young
Her eyes squeezed shut and her back arched. Suddenly, her entire world dissolved into a state of pure, raw bliss. It made her head tingle and her legs turn to rubber. Time stopped, for at least a moment anyway. The waves of ecstasy that had been pulsating through her had now become one giant tidal wave and it fell down upon her with such force that it was all she could do to remain standing.
She let it wash over her and when it passed, she found herself dazed yet content. Slowly opening her eyes, she glanced down just in time to watch him pull his face away from between her legs. She had become so wet from the orgasm that her natural juices had begun to dribble down the inside of her legs.
It took her a moment to regain her senses. When she did, she released his shoulders and held her hands out, surprised by how badly they were trembling.
“I need to feel you,” he said, standing up from the floor.
“Yes,” she said, nodding quickly. “Yes.”
He picked her up from the floor, cradling her like a husband would do in order to carry his wife over the threshold on their honeymoon.
It's just too bad that's not the case, she thought, smiling to herself. I'd love to be carried over the threshold by him.
She had her arm wrapped over his neck as he walked swiftly across the room. He laid her on the bed and slowly moved his eyes up and down her naked body.
“You are so beautiful,” he said, his voice deep and sexual. It sent pleasurable chills across Lily's skin.
As soon as he'd laid her down, he took a step back. It positioned him directly into the beam of moonlight. It was almost as though he were on stage and the spotlight had been pointed straight at him. Now illuminated, Lily noticed just how muscular he really was. It looked like an Olympic athlete was standing next to the bed. Either that, or a Greek God had managed to find his way into her bedroom. Regardless, her jaw was dropped and her pussy got even wetter as she laid there and watched him.
“I'm so ready for you,” she said, her eyes locked with his.
His blue irises seemed to ignite, even more brightly than before. He pushed his dark hair off of his forehead and to the side, then let his fingers slide down his short beard. She still couldn't really make out any other facial features, though.
Her eyes drifted down his front, all the way to the large bulge in the front of his underwear. It had grown significantly since she had touched it just a few minutes before. It now pressed firmly outward, causing the cotton material to stretch as though it were about to burst.
“Come fuck me,” she groaned, unable to contain her desire now that she'd laid eyes on that beautiful and thick bulge of his.
He nodded and slipped his thumbs into the elastic waist strap of his underwear. Slowly, he peeled them downward. Inch by inch, the length of his cock was revealed.
Oh, my God, she thought. He's huge.
She had known that he was bigger than average. It was obvious just by the size of the bulge. Now that it was released from its confines of the underwear, though, it became even more clear. Her pussy seemed to clench at the sight of it and another burst of her juices flowed out.
“Come here,” she said, motioning him toward her with her index finger.
He did as she asked and crawled onto the bed. He positioned himself over the top of her, spreading her knees apart so that he could slide between them. She could feel the warmth of his dick as it neared her opening. His tip was just inches way. All that he needed to do was to move his hips forward just a little bit, and she get to feel his flesh inside of her.
She brought his hands to his forearms and slid her fingers upward toward his shoulders.
“Do it,” she begged. “Fuck me. Please.”
In the dim light, she saw him smirk. Then he clenched his jaw and firmly bucked his hips forward.
“Yes!” she squealed, as his tip spread her opening wide and caused a powerful wave of bliss to wash over her. “God yes.” He slowly backed his dick out and then plunged in again.
Holy shit, she thought.
His cock was so thick that it pressed firmly outward against the walls of her pussy. It created a dull pain, but combined with the intense pleasure, it was the perfect sensation. It caused the desperate throbbing that she'd been feeling to cease. Now, there was nothing more than a content tingling that filled her.
“We should have done this a long time ago,” he whispered, before leaning in to kiss her.
As soon as their lips collided, he began thrusting his hips back and forth. His dick slipped deeply inside of her with each of his movements. Each plunge of his length caused another burst of electric pleasure to course through her veins. She was already trembling from sensation overload. High-pitched moans were making their way out of her throat, but were muffled by the kiss.
She couldn't get enough of it. She wrapped her legs around his ass and started using them to pull him closer with each of his forward thrusts. Deeper and deeper he went, his balls slapping up against her ass while his cock plunged into her pussy.
He broke the kiss and immediately brought his lips to the outside of her neck. There, he gently nibbled her sensitive flesh.
“God yes,” she groaned, her words wavering at the end.
It felt amazing. Every part of it was pure ecstasy. It was ten times better than she'd always imagined that it would be. She really wondered why it had taken them so long to just do this. She'd wanted it for years, but just never had the guts to make it happen.
He pulled away from her neck and placed his hands onto the bed, just above her shoulders. He held himself like that, hovering his upper body above hers while he pounded her. She laid there below him, feeling tiny in comparison. She watched him carefully, admiring the way the muscles in his chest and abs flexed in cadence to his thrusts. It was beyond sexy. She could have just laid there watching him all night long. There was no place in the world she would have rather been than there, on the bed, getting fucked by the man of her dreams.
Without stopping his movements, he grabbed both of her knees and pressed them toward her chest. It caused her hips to tilt upward. The position created friction against her g-spot and caused the pleasure to intensify significantly. Once again, her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her back arched. As soon as her chest pressed toward the ceiling, he moved his face to her breasts and began sucking on her nipples.
“Jesus,” she groaned, surprised by how intense the sensation was.
He didn't slow down either. In fact, he picked up his pace and began pounding her even harder than before. The combination of that, plus the fact that he was pleasuring her breasts, sent her into a state of ecstasy even more intense than when he had eaten her out. She was reeling on the bed beneath him. Her hands went to her sides, where she gripped the blanket firmly.
“Don't stop,” she ordered. “Don't slow down.”
Once again, she was greeted by the blinding ecstasy of orgasm. She rode the sensation all the way to the top, her lips curled upward into a smile of pure lust. It passed quickly and when it was over, she opened her eyes. The man who was pounding her slowed his pace down all the way to a stop, then pulled out.
“I want you from behind,” he said, his words sounding more like a demand than a simple suggestion.
It's not like she was about to argue, though. She wanted him to fuck her however he liked. He could have tied her to the headboard for all she cared. As long as his cock was inside of her, she wasn't about to complain.
Using his strong and powerful hands, he flipped her around on the bed. She crawled to her knees and dropped her elbows to the blanket, bending over in front of him. When she glanced over her shoulder, she saw him approach her from behind. He placed one hand onto each of her hips and squeezed firmly, while he lined his dick up with her opening.
In just the few short seconds that it took to change positions, she noticed the empty feeling in her pussy. It was like her body missed having him inside of her. Luckily, that changed quickly. He let out an animal-sounding grunt and the
n bucked his hips forward, plunging himself back into her sex.
Her jaw dropped and she sucked in a quick breath, as he began thrusting himself against her. This new position felt amazing. Something about the way his hands gripped her made her feel like he was in total control and she liked that. She wanted to be his sex doll, if only for this one night.
Lily's tits swayed underneath her, and she leaned downward a bit, just enough so that her nipples dragged over the blanket on the bed. It created a pleasurable tingle, adding to the sensation that filled her.
“God, you're perfect,” he grunted, his words broken up by his panting. “I've wanted this for so long.”
“Me too,” she groaned.
His rhythm increased. He began fucking much harder than before. There was an eagerness in his movements now, a kind of animalistic aggression that could only come from a real man. She looked over her shoulder again and noticed that the expression on his face had changed a bit. His lips had curled into a lust-filled grimace and his eyes were close.
“I'm gonna come,” he said. “Where do you want me to come? Your back? Your tits?”
She shook her head. “No. None of that. Just do it inside of me.”
He opened his eyes, but continued thrusting. He cocked his head to the side, seeming a bit confused by her suggestion.
“You sure?” he asked.
She nodded eagerly. “Yes. Come in me. Please.”
He closed his eyes again and quickened his pace. She watched as he leaned his head back, clearly overwhelmed by the pleasure of his orgasm. An animal-sounding grunt came out of his mouth. He plunged his shaft deep into her pussy and held it there. Immediately after, she felt his cock swell inside of her. This sensation was followed by the hot splash of his seed as it poured out of his tip and filled her up, coating the walls of her womb.
“I can feel it,” she whispered, with a smile.
The man held himself in that position for just a moment, then slowly pulled out. He crawled up next to her on the bed and she relaxed her head onto his chest.
“That was amazing,” she said.
“There's something I need to tell you,” he replied.
Concerned, she sat up and looked at him. “What is it?”
“Beep,” he said, his eyes now dull and mostly lifeless.
“What?” she asked.
“Beep,” he repeated. “Beep. Beep. Beep.”
His words didn't sound human. It was more like a computer talking than a man.
“Beep. Beep. Beep!” he continued, getting louder with each one.
Suddenly, Lily's eyes shot open. She glanced around the room, very confused about her surroundings. She was laying in bed, but it wasn't dark and there was no moonlight shining through the window. It was morning time and the room was filled with bright sunlight. She looked to her right and then to her left to find out that she was alone.
“It was just a dream?” she whispered, slowly sitting up. “My God, that was intense.”
Beep, beep, beep.
The sound that had been coming from that man's mouth was still echoing throughout her room. Only now, it actually made sense. It was her alarm, which she'd set to wake her up so that she could get ready for work.
“Goddammit,” she whispered, reaching over to turn off the alarm on her nightstand. “Why do I always have to get woken up during the best dreams?”
I was just about to get to cuddle up with him, she thought. That would have felt so nice.
It wasn't the first time she'd had a dream like that. In fact, there had been several times over the years that she'd had similar ones. Sometimes they took place in an empty warehouse and sometimes at night, in a vacant parking lot. The surroundings were always different, but the man in them was always the same man. He always felt familiar, but for some reason, she was never able to fully see his face in the dreams. It didn't really matter, though. She knew exactly who it was.
I've got to stop dreaming about him, she thought. It's not right. In fact, it's straight up weird. What is wrong with me?
She kicked off the covers, to find that she'd pulled her panties down to her knees in her sleep. The inside of her thighs were a little wet and so were the index and middle fingers on her right hand. The powerful dream had caused her to masturbate in her sleep.
“Jesus Christ,” she said, pulling her panties back up. “I seriously need to get laid. This is ridiculous.”
She got up and walked to her bathroom, quickly cleaning herself up. Then she changed her underwear and slipped into some jeans and her work shirt. It was a black polo with a green emblem on the front. Once dressed, she combed her dark blonde hair. It fell just above her shoulders and curled at the bottom. She would have straightened it, but with only twenty minutes before she was supposed to clock in at her barista job, there wasn't time.
Once she was ready, she grabbed her cell phone from its charger on the dresser. Out of habit, and just to see if she'd missed any calls or texts while she had been asleep, she unlocked the screen. Like it always did, a picture popped up on her background image. It was a photo that she'd had on her phone for years and one that she never planned on removing. In it, there was a family on the beach. It wasn't her family, though. Just one that she was very close to.
The father in the photo was the man from her dream. He was there, standing in the sand wearing a white button-down shirt and khaki-colored shorts. His dark hair was blowing to the side from the sea breeze and his blue eyes reflected the sunlight. Standing to his right was his wife. She was a pretty blonde woman with a wide and warm smile. To his left, with pigtails in her blonde hair, was his daughter.
I seriously need to stop dreaming about him, she thought to herself.
With a sigh, she slipped the phone into her back pocket and went to work. The memory of the dream she'd had continued to visit her throughout the day, though. She just couldn't shake the image of his sexy body and the way his muscles flexed while he pounded the daylights out of her. It made it extremely difficult to concentrate. She knew that she shouldn't be thinking about him in that way. Still, though, there was a part of her that was excited to go to sleep again that night in hopes of encountering a similar dream.
Chapter 2
Wyatt
“Daddy, wake up!”
Wyatt stirred in his sleep and slowly rolled over. He knew it was early. Too early. He could tell because the bedroom window was open and the air that seeped in was cool. Also, the birds weren't even chirping yet. They were still sound asleep, just like he should have been.
“Wake up!”
His eyelids felt like they were still way too heavy to open. He was in that half-asleep state now, floating somewhere between dreamland and reality. His daughter had stopped shouting at him for just a second while she climbed onto the bed. He could feel her little feet patter across the mattress. When she got close, she started jumping up and down on the bed. Each time she landed, she dropped her hands onto his side.
“Daddy!” she shouted.
Between her yelling and jumping, Wyatt finally woke up completely. He squinted as soon as he opened his eyes. Every light in the bedroom had been turned on and it felt like he was being blinded by it.
“Maggie, what is it?” he asked, rolling over to face his daughter.
He was greeted by her smiling face, which was hovering less than two inches away from his own. Her blue eyes were open wide, staring back at him. If she wasn't so darn cute, he would have been annoyed. It was hard to get upset at a face like that, though.
“You have to get up right now,” she said.
Suddenly concerned, Wyatt hopped out of bed. His mind always tended to go to the worst case scenario. Ever since his wife had passed away a year before, he had been on edge. He worried constantly and found himself more jumpy than he'd ever been in his life.
“Is everything okay?” he asked, turning back to the bed where Maggie was seated.
He glanced at the clock. It was barely six o'clock in the morning. Something
was definitely wrong. Maggie never woke him up that early. In fact, she usually slept in later than he did. Anxiety burst into his gut, immediately pulling him the rest of the way out of the fog of sleep.
“Daddy, I can't find my swimsuit,” she said, crossing her arms. “I've looked everywhere.”
“Your swimsuit?” he asked, letting out a breath of relief. “That's what you woke me up for?”
She nodded casually, as though it should have been the most obvious thing in the world. “Yes, Daddy. Why else would I wake you up?”
She's only four and she already is way too confident, he thought, smiling to himself. God help me when she turns sixteen.
“I have swim lessons today and I need it,” Maggie said, hopping up from the bed and strolling toward him.
Her blonde hair was a total mess. It was practically sticking straight out from her head. It made Wyatt smile, which almost made up for the fact that she'd dragged him out of bed before the sun had risen.
“Honey, your lessons aren't until noon,” he said, taking a seat on the cushy bench at the foot of the bed. “That leaves six hours until your lessons actually start.”
“I know,” Maggie said, crawling up to sit on his lap. “But you told me not to wake up Mrs. Mildred until seven.”
That's toddler logic for you, he thought.
He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes with the back of his hands and then chuckled. “I did say that, didn't I?”
“Yes,” she said, wrapping both arms around his neck to hug him.
Wyatt gently patted her back and closed his eyes.
If Caroline were still alive, she would have loved nothing more than to look for Maggie's swimsuit at six in the morning, he thought to himself. I guess this is what they call a 'first world problem', though. There are people in the world who are starving and I'm complaining that I have to wake up and find my daughter's swim suit.
“Alright,” he said, trying to hold back a few tears that were fighting to make their way out. Just the thought of his wife always made him cry. It didn't matter if it was a good memory or a bad one. Thinking about her and how empty his life felt without her always caused waves of emotion to wash over him. “How about we make some breakfast first and then we'll find your suit?”