Water under the bridge

Part 3: The night

Part 3: The night

I wake up to his hands sneaking under my cover, lightly letting his fingers caress along my legs. My back is against his chest, I feel his hot breath in my ear. He doesn't know I'm awake, so I let his hands brush against my skin, letting him explore my body. I push my ass gently against his pelvis, waiting for his reaction. He grounths and I feel him grow hard from my little move. I can't help but smile at his unawareness of my awakening state. His fingers move down my lower belly and sneak between my thighs. We are both naked from making love all night combined with wild raw sex. But his stamina is one for the Guinness world records. He says it's my doing, it's me who drives him crazy with want 24/7. I can say the same about him. I want him always.... All the ways.
His fingers find my sensitive clit and flicks it gently and I can't stop the sound that escapes my mouth. "Hmm good morning Sailor" I say, his fingers still massaging my clit.

I can not resist her, knowing she I naked right next to me. I have to have her again even though my body is sore from last nights sexual activities. I close my eyes, while my hand finds its way under her cover. Flashes of sweet lovemaking and pure animalistic sex inter my mind. Our sex life has always been the very best a man could ever dream of, and it gets even better each time we are together that way. I like to dominate her, tell her what to do, but the truth is, she is the dominant one. She has all the power, all the time and I'm just her puppet. I don't think she is aware of it, but she is the one who controls my every move, my every thought. It's in the way she looks at me, the sounds she makes, the way her body moves, commanding my attention. I just follow her all that way, to the place where everything goes black and only stars appear. From the outside my commands may seem dominant but it's so far from the truth.
Last night was one for the books. I was in the shower, washing off a long day of work. She entered and joined me, her hands starting to lather up the soap. Her hands started at my shoulders and made their way down my back, moving in circles, caressing all my sweet spots. She told me to turn around and she repeated her treatment down my chest and stomach, stopping just above my waist. My cock was already hard, standing tall. Before I knew it she was on her knees, washing my cock and sack. I could see her lick her lips looking up at me with a mischievous look in her eyes. "Let me help you with this" her finger started pumping my cock slowly. Her lips took one of my balls, sucking it into her mouth. I struggled to keep my eyes open as my head fell back against the wall. I felt her tongue circling my tip, tasting my pre cum. I'm powerless, she has all the control, all I can do is just stand and let her pleasure me and herself. I placed my fingers in her golden curly locks, not to guide her, but to steady myself. She doesn't need guidance, she knows just what she is doing. No woman but her can give me pleasure this way. Taking my cock in her sweet mouth, she started moving, finding her rhythm, sucking, licking. Twisting her tongue in a way you wouldn't believe. I wouldn't last long so I tried to stop her, but she looked at me, winked, shaking her head No, while my cock was still in her mouth. She is going to be the death of me... When she gently squeezed my balls, I lost it. Everything went black, sound disappeared, the only sign that I was still alive was the fast beating of my heart and the tickling feeling in my body.

Now that he knows I'm awake, his fingers begin to explore my pussy. Massaging my clit and digging into my soft canal. He knows that part of my body very well. His skilled fingers know every nook, every corner and every spot that makes me whimper for more. I close my eyes, enjoying his sweet torture and think about last night.
After I joined him in the shower and took care of him, we dried each other off. He carried me to our bed and laid me down gently. I was still so wet between my legs and my eyes revealed my burning desire, which was still to be taken care of. Laying in the middle of the bed, on
my back, naked, I saw him standing by the foot of it, eating me with his eyes, contemplating his next move. I bent my knees, opening myself to him, inviting him in. My hands moved to my breasts where my fingers pinched my nipples, keeping my eyes locked on him. I did it on purpose, knowing how he loves to watch me touch myself also knowing he wouldn't be able to hold back much longer. "Stop...don't move" he said. He bent his knees, his face nearing my pussy. I heard him breath in through his nose, smelling my arousal. My cheeks flushed instantly, it always made me shy when he did that. He started feasting on my pussy, biting my clit gently and digging his tongue inside my canal. Oh my, I was so ready to explode all over his tongue and face. He felt it and stopped..."Not yet Doc". He continued only to stop each time I was nearing my breaking point. He spread my legs wider, crawling slowly up my body, leaving bite marks and kisses along the way. Reaching my mouth he kissed me with such an intensity I almost climaxed, leaving the taste of myself on my lips. He sat back on his knees and took my ankle, kissing it before dropping my leg over his shoulder. I layed paralyzed, anticipating his next move. He was gentle but I could feel he was holding back. Always afraid to cause me pain, to cross over some boundaries, but he has no need to worry about that. I will gladly take all he has to offer. I smiled at him and that was his cue to keep going. He entered me hard and fast. With my leg draped over his shoulder I felt him deep inside, hitting my secret spot, that only he knows. He kept digging deeper, back and forth, one hand squeezing my breast, the other holding my leg. I kept saying his name over and over, struggling to catch my breath and keep our intense eye contact. I was almost there, I could feel it starting at my toes, burning in the pit of my stomach. He felt my inner walls starting to contract and then he stopped. Again robbing me from my sweet awaiting orgasm. His large hands grabbed my waist and flipped me over, leaving me on my hands and knees. I swayed my back making my ass poke up in the air, giving him a view to die for. His hands grabbed my but cheeks, spreading them while moaning deeply. Suddenly I felt his hand spanking one cheek and a whimper escaped my mouth. Oh god I want him hard and fast. I wiggled my behind asking for more. Another smack to the other cheek. And then he entered me again. From this angle he hit my g-spot even better, but he kept his sweet torture, stopping each time he could feel my climax was near. I couldn't handle it anymore, tears threatening to escape just by pure frustration from not being allowed to come all over his cock. I took action and pushed my behind hard against his pelvis, resulting in him falling and landing on his back. I was quick to jump up and straddle him before he could stop me. I lowered myself down onto his cock, my head falling back. His mouth went for my nipples, sucking and biting them, the pain exquisite. His hand grabbed my hips, steadied me and helping my movement. I could feel him nearing his breaking point too. My nails scratched his back, definitely leaving marks. Our movements became frantic, passionate, our sounds loud, calling out each other's names. Clinging to each other for dear life, rocking wildly we prepared for the wild storm that was about to hit.
John snaps me out of my memories from last night, when he makes his special move with his fingers inside me. John's insistent fingers and the memories from last are making me so wet and close to climax. My hips move against his hand trying to speed up the process. I hear a sound... is my phone ringing??.. it becomes louder and louder.
I wake up with a startle. I feel disoriented, hot, sweaty and aroused and then it hits me. John is not here, it was just a dream. I look at my phone, it's Mark calling me. I don't answer it, but lay back down and place a pillow over my head.

"Dad wake up, your phone is ringing"..my son yells at me, waking me from the most beautiful dream. I'm alone in my bed..our bed. Sadness overwhelms me, I can't go on like this, I have to do everything in my power to get her back, back in my life, in our home and most definitely our bed.