Kiptyn

She slides her warm, firm ass along the length of my cock. He jumps to attention, ready for action. Her back arches, pushing her beautiful ass up higher, and then she grinds down, wiggling firmly against me. I can feel the wetness between her thighs. My hand reaches out to grasp her hip, but she pulls away.

“Don’t touch,” she whispers, easing back against me.

It drives me wild, this game she’s playing. I want to grab ahold of her and plunge deep within, making her cry out in pleasure, but she wants control, so she will get it. Her back arches again, pushing her swollen stomach forward. Her hair falls down my chest between us as she grinds up and down along the hard length of my cock. I bury my head in it and inhale. She smells of coconut and something else, something exotic. It’s intoxicating.

I want to get lost in it.

The crease of her ass is so warm, and the friction from her continued thrusting only makes it hotter. She reaches one hand around, bringing it to rest between her legs. I feel the breathy moan that escapes her when she slides a finger inside, followed by another. She grinds faster and harder against me as she fingers deep inside of herself. Her movements are wild and chaotic.

I’m going crazy with the need to be inside of her, but she still won't let me touch her. She’s jerking my cock off with her ass cheeks, squeezing them tight as she grinds down and then loosening when she rises, only to repeat the process over and over again. I’m so close to losing it. My cock jumps against her ass and I groan.

“I’m about to cum.”

She flips me over and straddles me. Her stomach stretches out in front of her, and I have never seen anything more beautiful in my life. I want to run my hands along it to her magnificent swollen breasts, but when I reach forward, she slaps my hand away.

“Don’t touch,” she says again. I slump back against the bed and let her have her way with me.

I can feel her juices pooling in between her thighs. She’s more than ready for me, but she doesn’t give either of us what we want. Grabbing my cock, she slides her fingers around the base of it before stroking up and down its length. I’m so fucking close to coming. It’s taking everything I have in me to hold back and let her have her fun with me.

I refuse to finish before making sure she gets hers. Holding the head of my dick in her hand, she slides her wet pussy along the entire length of me, coating me in her slick juices. Fuck, she is so damn wet. She moans, or I moan—I don’t know. She raises herself back up and rubs the head against her clit, flicking it back and forth, over and over.

Her legs twitch.

Leaning forward, she positions me at her entrance, and I brace myself, because I know after the seductive fucking foreplay, this is going to phenomenal if I can keep from exploding on the spot. She lowers herself, inch by glorious inch.

I’m in heaven. There is no other explanation. Nothing on earth could ever feel this good. I must have died and gone to heaven. I place my hands on her hips, and this time she lets me. Fuck, this woman is gorgeous. I push my hips upward, burying myself the rest of the way inside of her, and we both cry out at the same time as the insane waves of pleasure pulse through us. It's like we’re connected. Everything I feel flows straight through me and into her.

Ding. Ding. Ding.

What the hell? I look around, trying to figure out where the noise is coming from, and then I realize it's the doorbell. Fuck it. Let them ring it. I don’t care.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Seriously, who the hell is at the door, and why can’t they take a clue? I’m trying to make love to my girl. I look over, and for a minute, I lie there in shock. My bed is empty. I’m all alone.

Ding. Ding. Knock. Knock. Knock.

It was just a dream? How is that possible? I’ve never dreamed something so real. Is that even possible? Yeah, I guess so.

“Shit.” I jump from the bed and toss on a pair of sweats, running down the stairs.

Skila left last night in a hurry and left all her stuff here, including her keys and phone. Now, I felt really bad for leaving her at the door this whole time while I was curled in the bed. I slide to a stop in front of the door and run a hand through my hair.

“Good morning, baby. I missed you.” I say, swinging open the door, and then I choke on the words. My heart stops right there on the spot, and I know I'm two point five seconds away from an ambulance ride to the hospital. I must have taken too much pain medication. Add in the alcohol I drank last night, and that could explain my vivid dreams and hallucinations.

In all my wildest dreams, I never thought I'd see this. Excitement, pain, heartbreak, joy, elation, bewilderment, every emotion you can think of crash through me in that moment as I stand there with one hand still on the door handle and the other laying limp at my side. My eyes are no doubt the size of saucers and my jaw is lying on the floor beside my cold, dead heart.

“I’m not your baby, but yeah, I missed you too.”