You Feel Like a Dream (18+)

Method Acting

We stood with the glow of the moon, the lights of the city, the backdrop of this amazing night that was taking place. As he rubbed my swelling clit, which was already sore from all his tasting. My back against the railing, I nuzzled my face into his neck, purred and moaned with every stroke and motion he made. I wanted the moments to linger; I didn't want it all to happen so fast. I knew he was only here for me and another 48 hours before he boarded a plane. He was just finishing up his latest project now from Ireland to Moscow. I breathlessly whispered to him that I loved him, and I wanted so much for him to make love to me. I barely said what I wanted to say, and he lifted me so effortlessly. I wrapped my legs around his waist; I could feel the head of his cock stiffening against my skin. We held one another for a moment or so, just looking at each other. We were eye to eye, and I could see into his soul, and the love that he has for me has grown. Perhaps time apart was the right thing for us.

He laid me on the bed, crawling on top of me. The weight of his body, the warmth of his bare skin, the hair on his chest, all of it drove me crazy. Our tongues slipped in and out of one another's mouths, intertwined like vines on a tree. I couldn't help but feel different; I felt more relaxed; I felt he completely went out of his way to be with me. It made me feel more secure in his manly arms that were gliding up and down the side of my hip. He allowed his tongue to graze my neck, to my earlobe, I felt chills. All while is moaning and breathing heavy close to my skin. His cock completely engorged, rubbing on my thigh. He reached down, spreading my legs with his hands, never taking his eyes off mine. We spoke very few words, more moaning from the pleasure of just being together, so close almost one. He leaned his body upward, staring intensely at my body, laying there for him to do as he pleased. With his hand grazing every part of my skin, he sat on his knees, moving inward towards me. Spitting on the palm of his hand, reaching down to his cock he moistened himself by gripping his thickness, and from tip to shaft, he was ready. Spreading my legs for him to see how moist he has made me just at the sight of him touching his cock. He smiles, and with his hand, he directs his cock, tip slowly sliding into my cunt. "Oh, FUCK! You're so tight, so wet, feels so good, baby." He moaned and growled with each thrust working his way in deeper and deeper. As he slides out of me and pushing right back in further, he was reaching my spot; for some reason with him, I have more spots then I knew. I couldn't help but scream with such intense delight. " Oh, Tom, I love the way your cock feels inside my wet tight cunt." I moan to him; I lift my knees still spread wide. He glides underneath me, never allowing his cock to not be inside me. I was now sitting on his lap, riding him as he plunged his creamy thick cock in and out of me. My legs on either side of him, he's pressing deeper and deeper—I pushed back to allow him into the furthest depth of me. Turning my head moaning, he reaches his hand to my face and turns it back to his. " I wanna fucking look at you when I cum; I want you to cum with me." Gripping my face as he pulsated my cunt so good. I was in ecstasy; I felt myself clenching around his manhood, my muscles contracting drove him wild. " I'm gonna cum, baby!." He says madly as he continues to throb on my spot. I fell almost faint it feels so good. " Cum, baby, I'm gonna cum with you," I say to him as I stare him in the eyes. Piercing into my soul as we both reached the highest peak of pleasure at the same time. I felt every part of my body tingle and feel sensational as he laid there inside of me. Gripping his girth, still erect. He smiles with a sexy grin, raising his face licking my lips, he pushes his manhood with a plunge and a thrust. His entire body pressed against me as he began to orgasm again.

  " God, I missed you so fuckin much." He loudly announces to me, still leaving his thick cock inside me. He then begins to twirl my hair with his pointer finger and middle finger. With his eyes just on his hand, "I hate to leave so soon, I feel like I just got here." He whispers. " We still have time; how long do you have to show your beautiful face for tonight at the cocktail party?" He requests of me. " Not too long; I'll go early and leave after say 45 minutes; I will find an excuse to leave, don't worry."