The Crush

The Crush (part 3) - Wait For It

I hissed and let out an audible moan as Michael slowly eased in and out of me in a slow stroke. I rubbed my hands up and down the length of his tight muscle-tensed arms as he positioned his body just so on top of me so that each stroke glided along my bud in a feeling of torment and ecstasy. He was so deep and so damn sexy that I felt like I was on sensation overload. Sex with Michael was the stuff a girl dreamed about. The type of sex you touched yourself to when alone in your bed and never thought was attainable. Never thought a man knew the things to do to a woman's body. But Michael seemed to know each and every one of my fantasies and he was giving it to me slow stroke after slow stroke creating a building volcanic eruption from deep within the pit of my very being.

"Oh God!!!" I screamed, over and over as he did not stop the punishing slow dicking down he was giving me. I felt my walls contracting on his dick as he glided in and out of me like the slow motion of a Trey Songz track. Every where he touched me he left behind the scorch of an electric shock. I had been waiting on this man for ten years and I was both mad and elated at the same time. Mad that I had not gotten with him all of those years ago in high school. Mad that this could have been the sex I could have been having for the past ten years of my life. Elated that it had all been worth the damn wait.

"Oh, Michael," I yelled. I dug my fingernails into his back. I gasped and struggled for breath as he stroked new life into me with his rhythmic thrusts.

"Oh God!" I screamed again. I wanted to praise dance and shout from the mountain top. Thank you, Jesus!!! I was having an out of body experience from the way he was controlling me. Just when I thought I couldn't take any more he began to move faster. The bed shook and he called my name.

"Nia...Nia, baby".

But he didn't sound right. He didn't sound like he was wrapped up in the pleasure and ecstasy I was feeling. What the hell?

I opened my eyes to darkness. Trying to allow my eyes to adjust his face came into focus. I sat up straight in bed and our heads banged against each other.

"Ow! Shit, Nia!"

I was ramrod straight, sitting up in my bed. I put my face in my hands and took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled. I threw the blanket from around my legs and hurried to the bathroom. I was shaking. I still felt the orgasmic pleasure of his hands on me. The constant pulsing of his stroke inside of me. My hands gripped the sides of the sink and I stared at myself in the mirror. I shook my head. I turned on the faucet and splashed my face with water. I couldn't stop shaking. What had I done? What had I said? I gathered myself as best as I could and went back into the bedroom. The light was on.

It was hard for me to make eye contact with him, but I did. I could feel the flush of my face as he met my eyes.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

I nodded. I climbed back into bed. I straddled him and kissed his forehead. I rubbed the sides of his face with my hands.

"Sorry about your head, baby."

I met Edward's eyes. It had all been a dream. I searched his eyes for betrayal or hurt, but they showed nothing. I said a silent prayer that I hadn't said Michael's name in my sleep. I needed to get that situation under control. I kissed Edward all the while still feeling the imagined sensation of Michael nestled deep inside of me.