Some Day One Day

47

Slightly, I stirred in my sleep when a strong arm hardened around my waist, nearly cutting off my circulation of breath. Mewling, I wriggled until the binding hold eased and relaxed my head onto something that was hard and stable. It was something like a heaven-sent pillow because it felt unnaturally comfortable with a sense of safety that a normal pillow wouldn't give. Unseeingly, my hand rested on the smooth hard surface beside my head and I continued to sleep with foreign content.
Suddenly things shifted and I was no longer aligned along something rocklike, easing onto something warm and cushioned that I guessed was the bed. Before I could account what was happening, something warm and wet lathed my collarbone followed by a groan that vibrated against my chest. My nipples twitched and ached at the sensation that radiated in them with a sudden need to be touched. As though hearing that calling, something warm closed over my entire left breast firmly and began a faint molding motion that rendered me dizzy. Before long my nipple was being stroked gently in a circular motion. Despite the soft touches that seemed were meant for nurturing, the pleasure it sprung in my body was potent enough to have me writhing and not focused on how my limbs ached. I didn't bother to acknowledge why my arms and legs ached like I'd been running a marathon because I was still lost in a state of torpor and his spellbinding caresses were drifting me further away from my keen senses.
The onslaught of my gaping mouth was covered by another mouth that drowned out my moans even as inaudible as they were. The kiss was sweet and soft. The tongue that edged into my mouth was also gentle in its caress. When it stroked my tongue it too was done with caution but still managed to coax me into kissing him back. My insides grew fluttery from that little kiss.
My undulating hips were held steadfast by what felt like a hand, and the fingers of the other hand continued to bring my nipple to its peak. The kisser trailed dulcet pecks to my jaw as the hand that had fondled my breast skidded hotly southward to tickle my navel.
"Still so fucking beautiful ..." I heard him grunt, his breathless words hot against my ear as he grinded into my hips. A warm glow spread from my womb up to my chest, making me smile in my sleep. Purring now, my thighs parted wantonly, making me gasp when I felt a sharp pain that came to life at my movements.
He paused but I still thrashed beneath him just so I could feel that hardness indenting my stomach some more.
"Does it hurt?" he asked haltingly, his voice quiet with caution. With my eyes still closed, I shook my head no even though I was lying. It still hurt but I wouldn't let him know that because I was afraid he'd stop touching me delicately the way he was doing. His touch made me feel something that was akin to the past but also something new, something I hadn't felt before.
We were both still in a daze, still suffering the aftershocks of the climax, still in love...well one of us was.
As if to verify for himself, his fingers skittered across my curls down to the lips that still throbbed from the ride he'd taken me on before. My legs parted further allowing him more admittance to stimulate my center as if it wasn't already engorged. My god it was so exhilarating to feel him touching places that still throbbed and ached but he did it dexterous fingers that soothed and petted, mutating the soreness I felt into something wonderful. His fingers moped along the length of my lubed crevice, making me shudder all over with pleasure. My hips agitatedly thrust forward in much need for him to give him more and in no time I was overflowing 

It felt like I was floating above clouds when my hands weakly traversed along the strong back above me. 

Ever so gently and something I could only explain as lovingly, a finger probed into my opening after soothing the womanhood that pelted. 

Gasping sharply not so much as pain but because his invasion into me was still breathtaking, tension seized me but my knees raised with abandon. He stopped midway into my flooding walls, his muscles bunching beneath my palms. 

"No. Don't. " I begged in a hushed yet urgent whisper, my fingers curling into his skin, desperately pulling him to me. 

Swiftly his finger sunk into me until he all of its length was buried inside. My lips contracted and though the sensation was painful at first, spirals of pleasure freighted to every corner of my body. 

"Shawn..." I whispered his name, imprisoning the back of his head to hold him steadfast. 

His response was muffled but I felt it warm the recess of my neck. That warmth made me feel a wholeness that I hadn't felt in a long time. It felt so beautiful I wanted to cry even in my sleep. 

As though his hands were a beat my hips danced alongside him, and from the way his fingers curled it was in a motion that seemed to call him to me...

The early morn was filled with nothing but our sorrowful sighs and our pleasurable moans. Against my rattling heart, I felt his thump rapidly against mine. I wondered if that was the same rhythm he used to stroke my insides.

When he abruptly slid out his hand from my warmth, I let out a bereft sigh and panicked.

"Don't Stop." I chanted imploringly as I clung to him, needing him much more than one would need the essentials to survive. I needed this man whether he brought me the greatest pain known to mankind or the most amazing happiness that only crossed this earth once in a blue moon. Throughout my fervent need, I was still mindful of the way he nudged his way in between my temperamental thighs and made a home for himself there. His hands held tilted my hips a tad off of the bed. 

"I never did babygirl..." he grunted in a strained breath, the head of his love broke the barrier of me once again, but slower than I'd remembered. The pain was potent no doubt but Shawn's uncharacteristic yet familiar words made me open my eyes wide. Then before I had a chance to think of what his words might have meant, he inched into me in slow nuances until he was all the way in. 

Until we were as one, clinging onto each other, breathing each other's air.

Slowly but surely Shawn undulated himself against me, rendering me powerless yet giving me so much life all at one go. I held onto him for dear life, nearly breaking his neck with how rigidly I held him because as I knew it, this was a moment stolen in time that might not come back again. He was just still in a daze, still trying to rediscover me, still holding on to a dream that once was. 

It wasn't for the here and now how he made love to me but for the then and some time. 

And it was the same for me too. 

That was why as he unhurriedly pulled out and smoothly thrust into me, I stayed with him in those temporary rides. I milked him for all he was worth, my chest a cloud of pressure that refused to be condensed when I briefly remembered all we'd been through. But that pain in my chest didn't matter. All of my senses centered on the pleasure taking place in my womb. 

With time at our side Shawn brought the two of us higher and higher to our peak up until the moment we both couldn't withhold what had been suppressed for so long. 

Right when I reached my apex, he pulled out me before his own release but didn't let me go. Wound in the tutelage of his arms around my waist, I clung to him as tightly as he did me while I descended from my earth-shuttering climax. 

Even as I slipped into a state of drowsiness once again, I heard some whispered words and though they were said very faintly, the message was fervid and clear...

"I can't stop Bey..."
As I drifted off into sleep, a part of me felt that his words had been too good to be true, so I took it all as just a far away dream.