His Weakness, Her Liberation

What Did I Do Last Night?

I opened my eyes, confused. I had an intense dream about Michael last night. My body ached. The room I awakened in was unfamiliar to me. This wasn't my place. Where was I? I heard noise in the distance and turned to see Michael in a bathroom. Last night really happened? Wow. I'd never felt more liberated and horrified at the same time than I do in this moment. If nothing else verified that last night actually happened, the hangover, soreness I felt and seeing Michael convinced me I'd actually had sex with him.

As last night's events slowly came back to me, I saw Michael waking back towards the bed. I turned my back to him. I was in full panic mode. I felt awkward, how would he act? Would he tap me on my shoulder and ask me to leave? I didn't know what to do so I pretended to be asleep. I was actually really exhausted though. He wore me out last night. Maybe he'd fall back asleep or better yet leave, and I could tip out undetected. To my surprise, he got back in the bed. He laid there still for a few moments and I started to relax enough to replay what happened last night in my head. I got so turned on at the thought of his hands all over me, that I moaned out a little. Shit. Surely he'd know I was awake now, but he didn't move, not immediately at least.

A few moments later he started moving around in the bed, like he was trying to wake me up. I was about to hop up, but suddenly I felt his body wrapped around me, his hard dick pressed against my ass. I tried not to react, but I felt like my heart was about to beat out of chest. I lost control of my body when he kissed my neck, it was like lightning struck me. At least I knew he didn't want me to leave. I decided to play sleep a little longer to see how far he'd go. I allowed his hand to explore my body—up and down my legs and then underneath my shirt. He grazed my midsection with his fingertips. He was being so gentle. His hand moved closer to the base of one of my breasts, I got wet in excitement, I could feel my pussy tingling. But then he stopped, as if he'd been caught doing something he wasn't supposed to. He moved his hand from underneath the shirt of his I was wearing and rested it behind me, no longer touching me.

I moaned "Don't stop," before I could catch myself.

I took the hand that moments ago was exploring my body and guided them to my nipples, longing to feel his hands rub and squeeze them. He did, and it made me want him more than I did last night. I was putty in his hands. I turned around and it was on again. After he made me cum a few times, he kissed me so passionately that I almost came again. Did his kiss mean he wanted something deeper than sex?