You Feel Like a Dream (18+)

Pillow Talk

   Still half-naked, putting on once again knee-high socks and a robe talk about causal. The back gate bell went off, so I buzzed in my usual delivery guy. Tom being so chivalrous, put on his robe, with bare feet and heading down to the back entrance. I could see him on the camera, it was snowy and windy, and it didn't even phase him. He walked back into the house with four brown large shopping bags; I was standing on the stairs. " Do we need utensils?" He asked, "No, everything is in there," I said along with firm instructions to bring it all up to the bedroom. He walked into the room with all four bags. Each one bigger than the next, he looks around the room for a place to put it other than the bistro table on the terrace. Or the coffee table, he went into the bathroom, brought out a giant towel, and laid it on the bed.

  Along with the delicious goodies we ordered. We laughed, we played, we sipped vintage wine. We talked about family, friends, movies, tv shows, food, travel, and silly stories about young lovers we had. We had two large plates of thin shoestring French fries that we couldn't stop feeding each other. I loved how we were. We didn't have a care in the world at that moment. But our world together was coming to a close; I tried to keep my eye off the clock. Just praying time would slow down. We laid back, in bed full belly's and covered in condiments. Smoked a few ciggies, sipped some more wine, and then I headed off to the shower.  He was lying on the bed sideways, watching my every move. His hand holding up his head, leaning on his elbow.

" Mind if I join you?" He yelled towards the bathroom. " Of course, not Tom, you don't need to ask me at the point in the game, my darling." He opened the shower door naked and looking so strikingly perfect; I lost my breath for a moment. He walked over to me with nozzles of water spraying all over us. He again washed my hair while kissing and sucking on the nape of my neck. When he was brushing conditioner through my long wavy hair, he was whispering in my ear. " Do you know I'm crazy about you? I can't be without you. Please come with me?"  "Tom, you know I can't right now, but somehow." He cuts me off, " Yes, somehow, we will find away." Picking me up under my backside, I wrapped my legs around his waist. He presses me against the tile, " I don't want to talk about anything right now." He said with those intense eyes staring into mine, kissing my lips passionately; we got lost in moments. " All I want to do right now, Harlow, my beauty, is just make love to you."

  I felt a tinge inside, and I was glad he was holding me. Because if he wasn't, I just might have fainted at how incredibly sexy, confident, and sure he looked saying it to me. Right into my eyes, his soul spoke to me. I put my head on his shoulder after telling him yes yes. He carried me out of the shower, covered us both in a towel, and walked into the bedroom. We had already cleaned off the bed, and in my dimly lit boudoir, terrace doors opened, we began to hear Loren playing Baroque cello. It was nothing short of magical.

  He laid me on the bed, with a smile across his face. His darling crooked teeth peeking threw. I laid there naked and bare, skin still slightly moist. He leans down with his legs on either side of me. His face close to mine, and he brushed the front of my hair to the back with his eloquent hand, every so often kissing my forehead and licking my lips in circles now, slipping his tongue in between my lips. We were locked in these kisses for minutes. His mouth tasted sweet, his lips we so plump and lush. I just never wanted to stop. Leaning down to my neck, he grazes his tongue along my shoulders, to my neck, to my ear. I moaned gloriously. He laid himself on top of me. His cock was stiff, and his girth was spreading in between my legs. I already moist and contracting my muscles before he even enters me. He glides his hand down the side of my right breast, to my waist, and my thighs. Where he spreads them apart, sliding his fingers on to my swelling slit.
"Mmmm, so good, baby, you know how much I fancy your beautiful cunt." He says roughly as he smothers me with more kisses. I, not wanting to wait any longer, place my hand down to his cock. I guide his thickness into my wet core. He slowly enters me while I am doing figure 8's with my hips desperate to feel all of him inside me. "Slow down, baby, slow! I don't want to rush this one, this moment of us, please." He whispers close to my ear. Moaning softly as his girth pulls out and then enters in with gentleness, all I felt was love. His cock sopping wet; every soft thrust felt better and more intense than before. Although it was a bit dark in the bedroom, I could see his beautiful eyes wide opened, staring into mine. With a plunge into my core, we both felt almost an electrifying connection. Before I even mentioned it, he already said what I was thinking. Waves of emotion came over me, considering how this could possibly be the last time we make love. It could be the last time I am making love to for the rest of my life. I could feel the difference of him fucking me and making love to me. I felt such heat and such sensational throbbing. All while this mystical cello music is in the background, Tom is almost synchronized with each string being played. Tears stream down my face, and I thrust and tighten myself around him. He begins to get emotional, seeing my tears glaze my skin. With each one that fell, he licked it away with his perfectly shaped lips. I felt his tears, and he fell into my neck, just moaning and holding in the feelings he too was experiencing. We both came at the same time; the intensity was overwhelming; neither of us could move for several moments. Laying this, his head on my shoulder, his cock still pulsating inside me.

" Harlow, can I ask you a question?" He mumbles into my neck. "Ahah," I say breathlessly. "When was the last time you had sex with Martone or Loren?" He says inquisitively. "Honestly, not for a few months, oral is all we have done; I had been very stressed with a client and not feeling in the mood, but one or the other enjoy performing oral on me, that would be several times a week, and I surmise they finished themselves off." I half-heartedly laughed. "Ohhh, then that's a good thing." He responds, "Why?"
I ask. As he pulls himself out of my dripping core, he lays his head on my stomach. " I am for certain the way I just felt making love to you, and I do think you felt the same; we created life tonight." He says while kissing my belly, " I do hope that is the case, for I would want nothing more than to have a family with you. Our children would be so beautiful if they take after you." Still rubbing and kissing my stomach. I laugh and say, " Tom, we have a lot more to be concerned about at this point; having a baby would confuse things even more." Firmly he replies, "No, absolutely not, it will bring us together faster, we could be together sooner, I would see to it, you are my life now. All I had wanted in my life was a soulmate, my counterpart. I realized it was you the moment you spoke to me at the party. Share my life with me, and how humbled I would be to bare witness to yours together." I am just ready to melt from the words he spoke; he's right; we do belong together. It just all seems so complicated.