Ella

CHAPTER FOUR | DREAM OF YOU

I was startled out of my sleep by the sensation of someone next to me, but before I could look around to see who it was, he already hugged me, grabbed my breast, and started playing with my n*****s. He kissed me lightly on the neck and shoulder. I felt an electric voltage creep from my shoulder all the way to my navel.

I no longer turned around to face the person. I just focused and savored the pleasure his hands and tongue gave me. This is a feeling I haven't had in a while. I'm giddy and all turned on. I can already feel my wetness down there.

He eventually lowered his hand to the side of my stomach as I grew more and more enamored of what he was doing. He then took off my underwear and opened my thighs. I gasped at the sensation of his touch. He slowly caressed the inside of my thighs until he reached my center. I bit my lip as he slowly inserted his fingers inside my p***y. I was already wiggling with pleasure. It seems as though my body has no will of its own and only obeys him. He kept one hand on my n*****s and began toying with my c******s. It was amazing. I'm squealing. It feels good. I moaned out of ecstasy. I sense that I am about to come. Perhaps he also sensed it because he was now fingering me more quickly.

Ahhh.. Gawd, it felt wonderful. Incredible. His fingers are incredible and skilled. He knows how to make a woman cry for pleasure. I can no longer contain my feelings. I was begging him to f**k me. It didn't take too long for me to begin spitting my first juice. It was incredibly satisfying. It feels like I have reached the heavens and soared to high mountains. I was so delighted with the pleasure. It was only his fingers that worked me up. How much more if he f****d me? I hadn't had the chance to recover from my orgasm yet when I felt him insert himself behind me. I sighed in response to the sense of satiety. He entered me swiftly, as I was already wet from my own c*m. f**k! He began to move in and out of my wetness, and it felt so good. I was savoring his actions as he began to pump me from behind. He continues to play with my c******s while keeping his hand on my upper body. It felt so incredible that I felt like I was going mad. I was moaning so loudly. The room was filled with erotic sounds of our moans and our bodies clasping together. It was euphoric. I was having conflicting emotions as I was simultaneously deliriously horny and anxious.We moved from different positions until we both reached our climax. It was the best orgasm I ever felt for the longest time. I am completely satisfied.

He gave me a soft shoulder kiss when the euphoria wore off.

He swiftly stood up after releasing his hug from me.

"Thanks, babe.” I remarked, "That was awesome," before finally addressing him about his actions.

But as soon as he did, he turned around and sat on the edge of the bed.

The tattoo on his right side of his back caught me off guard.

Because Norman doesn't have any tattoos. All along I actually thought it was Norman. Because who else could he be?

I spoke incoherently.

“Who are you?' how? How did you get in here?”

But neither did the man turn to face me or respond. He just simply let forth a loud, foolish laugh. He got up and walked out of the room, continuing laughing out loud.

I started to feel weary and wrapped a blanket hastily. I felt uneasy and trembling. I had a s****l encounter with a stranger. I could not believe it. I had been intimate with an unknown person. I was moaning in pleasure for Pete's sake. I am a mess.

Even though I am the only person in the room, I can still hear the man's loud laughter.

I yelled.

'Ahhhhhh!!!!!!'

I quickly rose to my feet and peered in the mirror by my bed.

I am not naked. I examined myself. There's no indication that I have just finished having s*x.

It's all just been a dream.

I breathed a sigh of relief. I stood up and headed downstairs to the kitchen to get some water.

Although it's all only a dream, it felt quite real. What is the meaning of that dream I had? Why does it feel that I actually have s*x. It really seems so real to me. The intensity of it. The pleasure I felt. It all felt real.

I returned to my room. What transpired piqued my interest. I can't imagine it being a nightmare since, while it appeared to be scary, I actually enjoyed the s*x part. Even with Norman, I've never felt such tremendous orgasm. I checked my phone to see whether Norman had texted me. Unfortunately, the phone's reported time was early in the morning, and Norman had not texted.

Where are you, babe? I texted him a question.

After waiting for up to ten minutes, I decided to call him after sending him a text and didn't get a response. The other line constantly rings, but nobody picks up. I hung up when the operator on the other line started speaking. I just let out a long sigh.

But what had just happened? I began to wonder if there truly is an orgasm as wonderful as that. Honestly, I haven't felt like that with Norman. I didn't reach an orgasm as beautiful and as incredible as that with Norman. Would I be able to experience it in real life? Perhaps with other people? It made me wonder.

I lay down on my bed with that notion and attempted to fall asleep again, but I couldn't. This is going to be a very long night.