Letters To Emily

Ce N'est Pas Un Rêve

Paterson and I walk into my apartment and I hang up my umbrella. I remove my coat and place it on the hook. I remove my hair tie and let my wavy hair cascade over my shoulders. He's looking around at my books, my photos, and my paintings displayed on the walls. There's one in particular that I forgot hangs next to window. He studies the painting of a man and woman sitting on a bench in front of a waterfall. The man is wearing a blue uniform shirt and the woman is wearing a black suspenders jumpsuit and black wide brimmed hat. They are smiling at each other. He is frozen in front of it.
"I painted it from memory. I thought about this every day for the last fifteen years. I hoped that we would have more moments like that", I say as I look up into Paterson's eyes as we stand in front of the painting. Paterson's hands find mine. He places my hands on his shoulders and strokes my skin with his fingertips from my fingers to my forearms and up to my shoulders. His hands rest on my neck and jaw as he leans down to kiss me soft and sensually slow. We get lost in the petal soft texture of each other's lips. I slide my hands down from his shoulders and take his hand.
I lead Paterson into my bedroom. The rain is the only sound as I turn in front of him. I peel his gray cardigan off of him. I slowly unbutton his blue shirt. I savor every inch of skin as it's revealed to me. My fingers trace over his soft skin dotted with freckles and beauty marks here and there. Paterson's breath picks up. He reaches for my hips and pulls me to him. His hands absorb the feel of the curve of my hips to my waist. Paterson spins me around so that my back is against him. His hands meet at my shoulders and he unzips my black dress. My dress falls to reveal my blush lace bra and panties. Our reflection is in the full length mirror. Paterson's hands skim up from my thighs, over my hips, to my waist, and land on my feathery soft breasts. All the while he is kissing and savoring the skin of my shoulders and neck. I'm watching him worship me in the mirror and I'm growing more wet and more impatient. God, how I love this man.
I turn back to face him and begin to unbuckle his belt as he shrugs off his blue shirt. I dip my fingers into his pants to pull them down. He grabs my hands and says, "Take off your bra."
His eyes never leave my body as he finishes undressing.
I unclasp my bra and my breast spill forth. My pink nipples have already been hardened by the anticipation of him alone. Paterson crawls toward me with his thoroughly engorged penis lightly slapping at his belly. Paterson hovers over me and my hips instinctively raise to meet him, but he doesn't enter me yet. My hands skim back and forth over his ribs and back. I am absolutely mesmerized by his eyes. He looks as if he is trying to memorize every party of me. That adorable strand of hair has fallen forward and my belly clenches. I need him buried inside me. I don't want to ruin this moment by speaking. His pillowy soft and plush mouth begins to kiss me slow. I feel like vanilla ice cream melting beneath warm caramel sauce. He is melting into me and I'm melting and sinking into this bed. He pulls his away for a moment and smiles at me. I'm completely breathless and at my near protest, he leans back in and just touches the tip of his tongue to mine. Who knew he was so good at this? He tries to pull away again and I've had enough of teasing. I grab the back of his head and pull him back to my mouth and I suck on his tongue. Our mouths are making a preview of the noises our bodies will soon be making. Slick, sultry, and sloppy this kiss has become. Paterson peels my hand away from the back of his head and pins me down for a moment beneath him before he slides down slightly and suckles at the soft flesh of my neck. I'm moaning and bucking my hips beneath him.
He finally murmurs against my skin, "I'm taking my time tonight. I'm getting my fill of you. I've been craving and starving for your flesh since the day we met. Moan for me some more."
After his request, Paterson licks and suckles at my right breast while lightly pulling and kneading my left nipple with his fingers. My pussy is beyond aching and Paterson's assault on my sensitive nerve endings makes me whimper in agonizing ecstasy. My hands are in his hair and I badly want to urge him lower. Everything is so good and I want more. Paterson licks over both my breasts where my nipples are and works his way lower still. He kisses and nips with his teeth at my hips. He edges in closer to my apex and my excitement is building to the point of pain. He hovers over my mound and his eyes are intense and more dark than I've ever seen. His head is between my thighs and I feel the brush of his hair on my aching wet slit as his lips, tongue, and teeth suckle and lick at my inner thighs.
My back is arched and I'm pulling at his hair to bring his mouth to the place I need him most. He just grunts and moans into the soft and thick flesh of my thighs. I start to sit up on my elbows so I can at least watch him work on me. I watch him for a moment and his large hand reaches up to my chest to push me back down.
Suddenly, Paterson grabs hold of my legs and throws them over his broad and meaty shoulders. His hands grasp my large breasts and begin to knead at them while he licks at my soaking wet pussy lips. He sucks and laps up what is already there before diving into my core with his tongue. His large nose is pressed and rubbing against my clit furiously as he his tongue thrust as far as it can go inside me. He's licking and swirling this slick muscle into me and side to side.  He curves his tongue upwards and sucks with a little bit of a nibble on my sensitive clit and I'm done for. I scream in sheer ecstasy as my brain short circuits and my entire body locks up. I go blind with pleasure as I clench my fists into his hair and the sheets. I'm at the brink of tears. My legs go lax and I want his dick inside me. I just need a minute. I lay there unable to think for a moment.
"Are you ok Emily?", Paterson asks and all I do is nod while a couple tears escape my eyes.
I reach for him again and my lips crash into his. Our teeth clatter for a moment, we laugh into each other and find our groove again. I can taste myself on his mouth and I suck hard at his lips.
Paterson pins me back onto the bed again and I grab hold of his cock and guide him to my entrance. He grabs my hand and kisses my palm. It is one of the sexiest things I've ever witnessed. My hand in so tiny in his and his lips feel like velvet on my skin. Paterson teases my entrance with his pre cum slicked head of his cock. He strokes my aching slit and barely eases in the head and he's panting furiously.
"It's been fifteen years. You don't have to hold back. I want you so much. Please. Please", I realize I'm begging. We've both wanted this for so long.
"I just... I'm afraid I'm gonna wake up in my hotel tomorrow and this will all have been some fever dream. I almost can't believe this is real", Paterson says still pressed against my longing opening. I reach up and slap him hard across the face.
"Ow! Wh... why?!", he asks with a look of pure shock across his face.
"Is that real enough for you? I'm here. I'm horny and you need to get inside me right now. Please and thank you", I say as I reach for him. I pull him down on top of me and kiss him. I hum against his lips and say, "Give me everything you've got. You're not dreaming. I love you."
Paterson eases into me with his full length and I sigh and moan with relief and immediate pleasure. He slides almost all the way out of me at a slow and agonizing pace. It's agonizingly good and it's building. My hands are savoring the feel of his expansive back and shoulders as he pumps his thick and pulsing cock into me steady like a freight train. Our breathing and the building slickness of our bodies in the cold and drafty October air of this apartment. Our matched breathing builds into moans, grunts, and building screams as Paterson finally reaches optimum speed and pressure pounding his fleshy rod into my drenched and spasming core. I'm almost to my climax and I grip onto the firm and toned flesh of his ass and cum around his cock.
"Aaaah. Oh. Oh God! Yes! Aaaah! Yes! Ugh! Fuck! Ohhh!", I scream out out with my eyes shut tight as I ride out the best orgasm I've ever had.
Paterson grunts and sighs heavy into my ear as he cums and finally collapses on top me. He rolls us over and pulls me on top of his chest. We lay there still flooded with endorphins and clinging to our ecstasies.
The rest of that rainy day we laid in bed naked and traced the planes, curves, and edges of each other's bodies as we caught up on fifteen years. We were filled with the joy and hope of beautiful days together to come.

The End.