Dreamy

I'd reached that dreamy place of comfort right before you fall asleep. We'd spent a couple of hours fucking and sucking and pleasing each other. I was satisfied. I was happy. I was comfortable. It’s not a place I find myself often. My first instinct is to jump up and move on. I’ve not been a cuddler in the past, but I lay there completely happy with where I was and who I was with.

I found myself drifting closer and closer to sleep even though it was the middle of the day and I probably should have considered leaving. Lying on my stomach, he was tracing his fingers down my neck, on my back, across my hips. He shifted and began kissing in the same places he was touching. It was pure pleasure. I’ve never found this comfort before, never felt I could trust someone like this.

He rolled to his back and tugged on my arm. “Ride me.” I was so dreamy, my eyes blurred from the sleep that was about to come, but couldn’t resist the request. I sleepily sat up and straddled him, sliding easily onto his amazing cock. The stamina of this man amazes me. Time after time he gives me exactly what I need, satisfying like none before. He fills me up, completes me.

Still sleepy, I leaned forward, laying on him as I moved my hips. It was as if I was dreaming. His thick cock sliding in and out with his hands on my back and his breath in my ear. It was in that moment that I was overcome with emotion. All the fear of a lifetime left. I trusted him, believed in him, loved him.

Love isn’t a word that comes easy for me. I can say it to friends and family, but to me it’s not the same. Real love, the kind that means you give your heart to someone, has until now escaped me. Sure, I love my children. I even love my husband. But this, well, this is different. This is like nothing I’ve experienced. This consumes me. This feels wonderful and hurts all at the same time. It's unexpected. It's uncontrollable. It's real.