As the first light of dawn filters through my bedroom window, I awake, a tangled mess of sheets wrapped around me, the lingering throb between my legs a telltale sign of the dream that had just unfolded. In the hazy morning quiet, your touch still tingles on my skin, a vivid reminder of our nocturnal escapades.
I had been completely absorbed in my work at the computer when you shifted my focus entirely. It started gently, your lips brushing against the sensitive skin of my neck, your fingertips grazing my shoulders, sending shivers down my spine. But the gentleness soon escalated; your teeth grazed my skin, your nails dug in slightly, drawing soft moans from my lips. The intensity in your eyes told me how much you reveled in my reactions.
"You like that, don't you?" your voice a low growl, barely containing your own arousal.
Struggling to maintain my focus, I attempted to resist, but it was futile. Your strong hands were already expertly pinning me to my chair, each of my movements only further ensnaring me in your control. The mix of fear and excitement was intoxicating.
Without warning, you lifted me effortlessly, depositing me onto the bed with a dominance that left me breathless. Now on top, I seized the opportunity, straddling you, feeling your desire, hard and pressing against me. The room filled with the sounds of our mutual pleasure.
"You're not ready for that yet," you teased, a smirk playing on your lips as you gripped my hair, forcing me to meet your gaze. With a swift move, you flipped me over, my hands clutching at the sheets.
The shift in position allowed you deeper access, and you took your time, filling me completely, your hands strong on my hips. "Oh Sir, just like that," I gasped, the pleasure mounting with every thrust.
But just as I was on the brink, you pulled back, your breath hot against my ear. "Not yet," you whispered, drawing a frustrated whimper from me. Your tongue traced the length of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. Meanwhile, your other hand was busy, stroking yourself as we both neared the edge.
Suddenly, you shifted again, your grip in my hair guiding me as you filled my mouth, your climax overtaking you. I struggled to take you all in, your size, my lack of breath, and the force with which you came into the back of my throat making it a challenge. Yet, there was pride in your eyes that made every second worth it.
After you released, you caught your breath and looked deep into my eyes. With a tender yet commanding tone, you granted my wish, "Now you can." Guiding me gently, you touched me with a skill that soon had me shuddering under the wave of my own release, the climax ripping through me with a force that mirrored the intensity of your own.
Exhausted, we collapsed beside each other, my breath uneven, my mind reeling from the intensity. You pulled me close, your body still radiating heat.
In your arms, I felt a peace I hadn't known I needed. "This is where you belong," you murmured, as I nestled closer, savoring the safety of your embrace.
But reality waits for no one. My eyes fluttered open, the dream dissolving into the cold morning air of my room, 5,307 miles away from where my heart wished to be. As I lay there, the dream's echoes a bittersweet symphony, I wondered when the distance would finally collapse, bringing my dreams into reality.
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