Finally, he parted my thighs and positioned himself between them, driving his cock inside me. I let out a howl of pleasure and my body convulsed.
Pleasure built fast and I came once, twice, more…I started to lose track. It all felt so good it started to blur together into one long tunnel of ecstasy and I rode it out eagerly until he finally reached his own climax and shot me full of his hot load.
Sated and spent, we collapsed on the bed, gripping each other for dear life, trying to come down and catch our breath.
“I love you so much,” he murmured, leaning down and kissing the top of my head.
“Right back at you,” I replied with a sleepy smile.
He chuckled, seeing that I was fading fast. “Get some rest, love,” he murmured, “Sweet dreams.”
While I appreciate the sentiment, I don’t tell him what I’m thinking. The truth is, I don’t care about what goes through my head when I’m asleep anymore. Because no dream can possibly compare to the dream come true that I get to wake up to.