Released

I cant concentrate. I can't function. Another day. I wake, shower, and cannot escape being consumed by thoughts.

I know his stare. His smell. How he feels under my hands. He is not my usual type. I am not usually as affected by someone's presence. I can sit near him and start to shake. I am instantly aroused in his presence. I then feel a magnetic pull that I can't retract from and slowly we end up closer than we were before, and inevitably his hand starts reaching between my legs as he kisses me. "Oh, you're so wet" he groans into my mouth amid the kisses.

Again, not my usual type. I want to kiss him deeper, his kisses are somewhat shy and sweet, his hands more eager and forceful than his tongue. I love holding his face, tracing my fingers around his ears, across his neck and slowly flatten my hands and rub them over his chest. Only once I have been able to undress him, and it was the most delicious encounter yet- because I got to unwrap my prize. I fall to my knees, totally overcome with desire to please him. Unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans to reveal his pleasantly surprised hard on... I rock back on to my heels as I plunge his hard cock into my mouth. I know every ridge, every line, every perfect imperfection so well and I can't get enough. I stare up at him from the floor, enjoying every inch of his tastiness, feeling him weep onto my tongue. He groans, our eyes meet and I can't look away.

I am weak, yet strong enough to know how much I want him on top of me, under me... I jump up, take his hand and run with him to his bed. I unbutton his shirt and feel the roughness and softness of his great chest, teasingly tweaking his nipples and again kissing him while grabbing his cock. I taunt him and tell him I'm leaving, that I've had enough. What a lie. I would never get enough.

I tear my own clothes off and fall back, guiding him inside me, by now I am aching to be filled, I scream his name and feel him thrust over and over bringing himself to the brink. I can't work out if his orgasm denial is giving him pleasure or pain. I turn over, allowing him to ram me from behind, arching back so he can caress my breasts and kiss me again. I want to gain control, so I turn and push him down onto his back. I lift my leg over his hips. I steady his cock with my hand and slowly lower myself onto him. I ride him, in total ecstasy, confused between offering him my breasts to suck, or kissing him and telling him I could never tire of feeling him close to me, inside me, giving me life.

Craving the full intensity of his heavy thrusts, I dismount and allow him to enter me for the last time. I brace to feel him lose control- crying out for him to cum.

It is done.

The last time.

And now, only in my dreams.