The Perfect Match

The Nightmare

Warning : Hot content ahead (only in italics part though) You can skip it of you aren't comfortable.

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His lips were on action after very long. He was on a business trip to Dubai for past three weeks and today, he returned home. I missed him so much...his touches and his kisses.

We were in our sweet bedroom doing the foreplay at which he is a pro. We were sitting in the centre of the bed, face to face with me wearing just a thin layer of clothing that was his shirt with his smell and he was bare chest with his boxers onn.

He placed another kiss on the soft point behind my ears and I shook with the erotic contact of his lips with the my skin. I clutched his arms tight and longed to kiss him back but he didn't let me. He played with me by kissing me everywhere on my neck, face and my cleavage but he neither claimed my lips with his soft ones nor he did any action on my breasts. I felt frustrated and so I fisted his hair and pulled his head away.

He let out a soft chuckle and pulled me even more closer to him and if that was possible. This man would never get his hands off me when I am around and he won't ever let me go away from him when he is around.

"So my baby is getting frustrated. Why?" He innocently whispered into my ears in his husky voice making me bite my lips and leave his hair.

"I-I want you to kiss me," I confessed and lowered my eyes in embarrassment. Why did I confess it? I kept on thinking.

"Oh! But are you sure you only want kisses? Because I am giving that...I think you need to specify the places too," he started playing with me again. Ughhhh! I so wanted him like hell. I shot angry glares at him but all I got in response was his beautiful laughter.

Without even thinking much, I told him the places where he should kiss me. "Lips," I blurted and the moment I said it, he pressed his soft lips hard on mine and devoured it roughly as if he was the one dying to kiss me.

His hands started doing the job moments later as he grabbed the hem of my or let's say, his shirt and tore it apart the next moment. I was sitting there naked in front of him but I didn't feel embarrassed or something. He always assured me that being naked in front of him was no big deal. He is the man I love and he will be my death.

He took to my breasts and my peaks stood erect. He teased both of them and pressed, moulded and kissed each one of them with lots of passion and love. All I could do was moan his name in ecstasy.

"Arjun....aah!" I reverted as his hands dipped into the flesh of my butt. He pushed me down on the bed, flat and kept on kissing me from top till the edge of my naval. My core was dripping wet for him and was thumping with a great force. My heart pumped the blood in my veins and longed for more oxygen. This man knows how to set my body on fire.

"You want me to continue?" He raised his head up to get my consent. Why does he do that...ofcourse I want him to.

I had lost my voice somewhere in the kind of erotic pleasure I was getting and so I just nodded with my head and approved his continuity. Without even waiting for a second, his finger touched the folds of my fleshy lower lips of my femininity.

The reckless sound of alarm jolted me to wake up from the nightmare I hated the most. This nightmare of Arjun making love to me always remains incomplete and I know why...because our love just like this nightmare is incomplete too.

Unknowingly, tears embraced my cheeks and I started weeping. This is umpteenth time in past six years that I have got this dream. This incomplete love.