Catching Feelings

9

There's a soft knock on my door...I rise  from the bed to open it rather than just calling out to whoever it is to  come in like I normally do.
When I pull it open, she is waiting on  the other side...still wrapped in her towel, which is strange because it  seems like she would have had more than enough time to change by now.  I'm not sure of the time but I feel like I slept for a while.
She  still hasn't said a word, then again, neither have I. I cock my head to  the side and hold the door open. "What's up Bobbi girl? You okay?"
She  doesn't answer me, but I understand all at once why she's come to my  room. I reach out and wrap my hand loosely around the side of her neck,  pulling her inside with a quiet "Come here..."
My fingers trail down  her bare shoulders, and then her arms until I reach her hands. I take  them both in mine and gently kiss the insides of her wrists each in turn  until she unclasps her nervous fists...my lips move to brush against her  palms and then I nip the pad of her left thumb, barely grazing it.
"Is this what you want Bobbi girl?" I ask, sucking just the tip of her pinky passed my lips.
She  nods in response, but still doesn't say a word. "Are you going to stop  me? Because, I don't think I could take it if you did..."
She finally speaks in a whisper thick with desire "I won't stop you Justin...I don't want you to ever stop."
My  hands go to either side of her face, pulling her into a deep slow kiss  that feels just as right as the one in the hotel room...maybe more.
Our  lips part, but she remains so close to me that when she says "I want  this...please don't make me wait anymore..." I can feel her mouth moving  against my own.
"I'd never make you wait..." I promise, peppering my  words with gentle flicks of my tongue over her lips "Anything you want,  I'll give it to you...anything. Don't you know that by now?"
I grip the dips of her hips and walk backwards, guiding her to the bed while I kiss her again.
When I feel the mattress  against the back of my legs I turn around and lay her down into the  waves of crumpled sheets. I close my eyes briefly, lust and relief and  need overtaking me all at once. I open them to find her watching me,  waiting for me...her gaze telling me that she is mine without a word.
I  tug the towel away and weaken at the sight of her, "Oh fuck B..." I moan  as my hands sweep over her stomach and then move up to cup her full  breasts, my thumbs continuously circling around her baby pink nipples.  Suddenly, I can't wait anymore and dip my head to suck and bite them  lightly until her back is arching subtly and tiny sighs of pleasure are  coming one after another.
Hovering over her just enough to allow it, I  slide my hand down her body, stroking the insides of her thighs, taking  my time as I move upwards. My fingers reach her and when they do I find  myself saying her name softly, repeating it and then repeating it  again. I slip one and then another inside her. Groaning with pleasure  that is also strangely laced with the pain of wanting something for too  long.
"Will you make me cum?" She asks calmly as if she's said the words to me a thousand times.
I  tap my thumb lightly against her clit, causing her to moan and arch her  back a little higher "Is that what you want?" I ask, tapping it once  more.
She nods and bites down on her lip, watching me with worry as though she's afraid I'll say know.
I slip my fingers from her and raise them to her clit...they're impossibly wet from her and glide over it with silky ease. "I already told you B...anything you want, you can have it."
I ease down, marking my journey  with kisses as I move along her body, until I sink to my knees, wrap my  fingers around her legs and guide her to the edge of the bed.
"You  have no idea how much I want this..." I confess, my words drawing out  slowly and quietly with lust. I let my breath fall against her, my eyes  lifted to watch her, and the drag the tip of my tongue along her clit  once. I listen to her whisper my name and then close my lips around it  and suck gently while my tongue moves against her slowly inside my mouth  for a moment and then release it.
"Say it again B..." I somehow know  she understands exactly what I want and will call my name again. But  just as she does, my body jumps and my eyes snap open.
"Fuck..." I  groan with the painful disappointment of realizing it was all a dream.  "B..." I call her name mournfully as if it will bring her back and then  shut my eyes tightly, willing myself to go back to sleep, desperate to  fall back into the dream. But my efforts are futile.
My  breath is heavy and labored with the left over euphoria of the dream,  and the overwhelming need for her...wanting her more than I ever have  before, the dream has left me so close to her that I can't handle being  without her. My cock is hard and throbbing with the frantic rhythm of  neglect, and when I can't stand it any longer, I give up on willing it  to go away and wrap my fist around it...slowly pumping along the length of  it. My eyes close and I can see her as clearly as if she were really  here, and when her name slips from me I don't even try to quiet myself,  and allow the memory of the dream to carry me away, blocking everything  else out but the thought of her.
***
When I tap lightly on his  door I am greeted with silence. He must be asleep...I think just before I  push his door open a crack. I need to speak with him...this has to stop  and I need to my him see why. I've been putting this off but I can't  anymore. I need to talk to him now...even if it is the middle of the  night.
I square my shoulders with determination and start to push the  door open wider and call his name to wake him, but just as I reach for  the knob again, I hear him.
It's only a single quiet moan, but it's  enough to make my head spin with desire instantly much to my surprise. I  can't remember something so small ever making me feel this way  before...ever.
He moans again, just a bit louder this time...it's the  most perfect sound I've ever heard...almost musical. I could listen to him  forever.
I know immediately, as my eyes adjust to the darkness of  the room, that he's sleeping...dreaming. My thoughts immediately fly to my  own dream a few nights ago and before I can push the thought away, I  wonder if he's dreaming about me. Confusion and shock battling inside of  me when I realize just how much I hope that he is.
He whispers my name, as if sensing my question and answering me even in his sleep.
I want him...badly, and I have to grip the sides of the door jam fiercely to keep myself from going to him, but I can't walk away.
An  unexpected "Fuck!" bursts from him, making me jump. He's awake. I  freeze, horrified that he'll notice me and I know what he'll do then, I  don't know if I'd be willing or able to stop him at this point.
The  sheets on his bed rustle with frustration and his breathing is so heavy  it like he's standing right beside me. He sighs with annoyance a few  more times...
I can see him, but not clearly...it's too dark, but well  enough to know what's happening when his hand slips beneath the sheets  and begins to move in perfect rhythm.
Oh god...I can't be here, I can't  see this...it's too much. I try my hardest to get control of myself but  find it impossible. How can I want him so much? How is he doing the  things he's doing to me right now without even touching me, or even  knowing I'm here for that matter.
When he quietly calls my name, I  have to bite down hard on my lip to keep from making a sound...but by the  fourth time he calls to me, an involuntary moan escapes me. I suck my  breath in quickly and hold it, not making a sound...but it's too late. He  heard me...he knows I'm here.
He stands without verbally acknowledging  me and walks casually over to the door. If I had any sense, I'd bolt  before this has a chance to go any further than it already has, but my  feet remain rooted to the floor.
He grabs my hand and pulls me into  the room swiftly and then closes the door. His hands move across my  stomach, fingers slipping just below the waist of my pajama pants and  then out again "Were you watching me?'' He asks in a voice I've never  heard before, quiet, raspy...his words drawing out a little longer than  usually.
"What?" I stammer, flustered and nearly panting "No...I...I just wanted to..." I can't seem to form a complete sentence.
He  clicks his tongue with teasing disapproval "Tell the truth Bobbi  girl...you were watching me, I saw you...say it and I'll let you watch some  more. Want me to finish for you?"
His voice...and the things he's  saying...I've got to get out of here. I try to pull away, but he presses  himself against me until I feel the door against my back.
He's so  close...so close. Our noses are touching and he nuzzles his against mine  and then gives me a small half smile when I bite my lip "Oh yeah...you  were watching...look at you."
He drops a hand to my hip to hold me in  place and grinds himself against me. Rocking with the perfect pressure  in all the right places. "I want you B...and you want me too. Do you know  the things I could do to you? Let me."
I shake my head but don't  trust myself yet to speak. He moves his mouth to my neck, sucking  softly, moving his hips a little faster. His position has left my lips  pressed against his ear, and I don't even hear my sighed moans until  it's too late.
He raises his head slowly and looks me straight in the  eye and whispers "I could listen to you all day..." his statement is  exactly the one I had silently made to myself just a few minutes ago.
His  thumbs are suddenly brushing over my nipples through my tank top,  stopping only when he leans down to nip them with his teeth through the  cotton. He movements against me never missing a beat, only increasing in  pressure perfectly.
My breathing is nothing more than a stream of  gasps at this point, and my fingers dig into his shoulders urgently,  pulling him closer, holding on to him tightly when what I should be  doing is pushing him away.
"Let me make you cum B..." he begs quietly  but in a tone that somehow conveys exactly who is in control here "And  keep your eyes open...I want to watch you."
"You can't let this  happen!" the voice of reason screams inside my head...and its right. I  somehow manage to dig deep inside of me for what little remaining will  power I have when it comes to him and shove him off...darting from the  room and into my bunk before he has a chance to stop me.