Pleasurable nightmare

“We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone, whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness—and call it love—true love.” -Robert Fulghum

I let out a shaky breath, and whispered, "You're everything that I need."

"Then let me give you what you need," his voice sounded a bit husky as the warmth spanned through my body from his touch.

The moment his lips connected with my own, a new warmth traveled through my body which I welcomed willingly with both arms. His hands fell away from my waist, catching the back of my thighs before he lifted me up as my legs wrapped around his bare sides. The mere skin-on-skin contact was lighting a fire straight into my soul, feeling myself kissing him back as he gently laid my back down against the soft bed sheets.

I felt my slit already becoming wet, my knees were bent as he positioned himself between my thighs as one of his hands left the back of my thighs, cascading it down my knee after giving a squeeze to my thighs. My own hands have left the back of his neck, trailing over his strong and broad shoulders.

A moan left my lips when he drew my lower lips in between his teeth. My thighs instantly pushed together to stop the wetness from my pussy from running down my crack as his hand continued its journey toward my already throbbing clit. I could feel his cock through his jean fabric, begging for release.

After removing my undergarment, his fingers ran the length of my slit to which I gasped and angled my hips closer to him.

He released my lower lip from between his teeth, his eyes meeting mine as both of our eyelids fluttered open, his breathing was uneven just like my own. He watched me through, the next moment his thumb applied pressure to my bundle of nerves and made me squirm beneath his touch as his other hand held my waist so that I couldn't pull away from him.

What a pleasurable torture?!

His middle finger enjoyed taunting me, but not for too long as in the next second I felt him thrust his two fingers into my core.

His eyes met mine, and a small smile played on his lips as he whispered, "I love you, Rose."

His alluring forest greens trapped me in an emotional cocoon as I, after blinking back the unshed tears, responded, "I love you too, Xavier."

With the door closed every pretense fell. The facade we showed the world melted away and all we wanted was to fuck each other's brains out. Every kiss had a raw intensity - breathing fast, heart rates faster. Then before I know how it happened, we were naked and our skin was moving softly together, like the finest of silk. I felt his hand enter from below moving fast, our tongues entwined in a kiss, and then he was inside, changing my breathing with every thrust, hearing my moans timed to his body. Then all at once he stopped and kissed from my breasts to my stomach, his hands light; then he was licking and using his fingers all at once, watching my reaction, feeling how my legs move, watching my body writhe. He told me he was going to make me beg for it and I just let out a moan, unable to articulate a response. In seconds he was on me again, fucking me harder, just long enough to intoxicate my mind before stopping again. If it was begging he wanted, he was going to have to stop long enough for my brain to start working again first.

I was feeling ecstatic as suddenly I found myself standing on an abandoned road, everything seemed blurred to my eyes because of the smoke, my body was unable to move, not even able to lift a single finger, my head was bleeding, my legs weren't responding to my command.

Everything felt so real, there were numerous sounds around me, and I wasn't able to make out the meaning of any of them.

Then suddenly I heard someone laughing evilly, "Now, Xavier is mine!" The voice sounded feminine, but I could not make out the face of that lady when she neared me with a rod-like structure in her hand.

"See you in hell, Evelyn!" The lady exclaimed as the rod struck my head and everything went black.

My eyes snapped open, and I was covered in a cold sweat, shaking, heart pounding, looking around the room suspicious and paranoid that the horror might have followed me here, I got up cautiously, shivering, rubbed my head and eyes, and tried to fully awaken.

Stumbling to the bathroom, I looked in the mirror slowly, cautiously, as if not sure of what I would see. My cheeks were red as sweat beads were formed on my forehead; I was quaking with fear.

This was the first time in these five years that I had a nightmare. Thinking about it, my cheeks warmed, and my heart started pounding rapidly when the images of having a pleasurable night crossed my brain.

"What the fuck?" The question escaped from my mouth as I couldn't understand why I dreamt about having sex with Mr. Knight.

Numerous questions swirled into my brain as to why I saw Xavier. Or who was that lady? Why did I have this nightmare?

"Ugh!" Groaning, I opened the tap and washed my face.

After brushing my teeth and showering, I exited the bathroom and walked towards the window in my room. The shine was shining brightly above in the sky, but I felt unwavering darkness here inside my heart.

When I tried to remember the nightmare, I couldn't, as I knew the lady said a very familiar name in my nightmare, but right now I wasn't able to get it right. It felt like I was on the tip of my tongue but when I tried to remember it, everything vanished.

I was deep in thought when someone placed their hand on my shoulder as I screamed and jumped in surprise.