Not yet

When she was done, I was sure she had fallen asleep, so I got up, used the bathroom and cleaned up, got myself a drink and brought back another bottle for her to have in the morning. When I crawled under the covers, Angela was curled up, facing the middle. She was wide awake and smiling. Caressing my face again, she said, “I was worried it had been a dream – another fantasy. But you're still here.”

“I am,” I replied.

“Can we... I mean, are we done?”

“I hope not,” I chuckled. “That hardly qualifies as everything.”

“No it doesn't,” she laughed, crawling nimbly on top of me. “I want you inside of me so bad. Please tell me you'll let me feel all of you inside of me, please. I need to. I've been dreaming of... Please...”

As she spoke – almost chanting- these words, one hand reached between us and massaged my cock back to stiffness. As soon as I had regained firmness, Angela pressed her opening against my tip. Then she paused and asked again, “Please?”

“Whatever makes you happy,” I answered.

“Oooooooohhhhhhnnnngggaaaaahhhhddd,” she moaned in one long exhale as she took my length inside her. Angela was no virgin, but she hadn't been with a man in a while, and it seemed I was getting her pussy used to seeing action again. Thankfully she was very wet from before, so I had little trouble getting inside her. But if she hadn't been wet, there was no way I was getting inside a pussy that tight.

Once she had taken my full length, Angela lowered her body onto mine so that her breasts squished against my chest. I loved that feeling so much that I almost forgot I was inside her. With her face cheek-to-cheek with mine, she requested in a soft voice, “Tell me you love me. Even if you don't mean it, I just need to hear it.”

I let her request hang in the air for a few seconds, then I told her, “I don't say things I don't mean.” Then, after I felt and heard her sigh, I added, “I love you.”

After a few moments, I could feel her body starting to heave on top of me – Angela was crying. I really wanted to know who this guy was that she thought she was with. Maybe later. Because now she was rising up and starting to move. In addition to giving me a perfect view of her round, pearly breasts, this also gave me the thrill of feeling her tightness squeeze and twist around me. Slowly, at first, then picking up speed. Angela put her hands on my chest and let her lower body do most of the work. I didn't need to do anything. It was better if I just stayed still as she sought her pleasure with my body as the stimulus.

I watched her face – her eyes closed, her smile dreamy and wistful. Then she would look down at me and blush. “I don't even need to close my eyes and fantasize,” she marveled. “You're here. I can't believe it!” After a while of her riding me like this, she exhaled, tired, and lowered herself onto me again. Her hips continued to move, but the sensations were different now. Less grinding, more thrusting. This gave me some liberty to begin pushing up into her. My arms wrapped around her and rubbed the perfectly smooth flesh of her back. I returned again and again to her bottom – those curvy white cheeks that were perfect for grabbing and squeezing. As my actions got more aggressive, Angela seemed content to let me control her motions. She was whimpering in my ear, her breath hot and irregular.

“I think I... I might even...” Damn, did this girl know how to finish a sentence?

“No pressure,” I spoke softly next to her ear, “But I might be able to join you. Would you like that?”

“Ohhhhhh yes, please,” she replied and began adjusting the angle of her hips to involve more rubbing against me and less thrusting. That suited me just fine, so long as I could grip her hips and stir her depths with my rod.

“Yeah. I really am,” she said a minute or two later. “I've never... not during... but with you... Oh God, it's really you.” Angela's thrusts were becoming erratic and her words became little cries. That was my cue to begin sliding in and out, swiveling my hips each time I was planted all the way in.

“Can you,” she panted, “can you say... you know? Say-”

“Angela,” I whispered frantically, reaching my crest. “Angela I love you!”

“Oh God!” she gasped, and then there was no doubt she was cumming. I felt the already tight grip on my cock become deliciously tighter. I felt the hips I was holding start to tremble. I heard her surprised and emotional wail break into scattered little cries as she tried to catch her breath. And then I lost track of Angela's pleasure because my own release was upon me. I was as deep as could be, nearly kissing her cervix, and I released all the seed I had left into the deep chambers that were made to receive it. Angela and I shared a moment of release and ecstasy, our two bodies forged into one body that gave and received pleasure again and again. Each of us held the other, struggling to be closer than we already were.

As we finished our shared satisfaction, Angela stayed atop me, nuzzling her face against mine and murmuring senseless things. Finally, she spoke clearly, her words muffled by the pillow that her face was buried in. “I know I said everything, but I'm... I'm spent. Y'know? I'm so sorry. I'm sorry.”

“Baby, how could you be sorry about what we just shared?” I asked her. “Come on, stay next to me for a while. You don't need to leave. We have all the time in the world.”

“I can't believe it,” she whispered to herself, rolling to her side and letting my spent cock slip out. A little trail of our juices spread itself across my crotch and puddled under her, testifying to what had transpired. Angela extended an arm and a leg, resting them on top of me, and she wiggled in close, resting her head on my chest. Her blond hair tickled my neck until I got used to it. I pulled the cover over us and listened as she fell asleep. I would not be far behind. My conscience still bugged me, though. This was still against her will, technically. But she seemed happy. She seemed to enjoy it. It didn't seem like ****.

I had told her that I loved her. Of course I didn't – not in the deeper sense of the word. But I cared about her. I wanted her to be happy. I wanted this to be a good thing for her. I hoped the serenity on her face as she slept would still be there in the morning.

I tried to remember how I had worded things earlier. Would Angela always see me as her dream lover? Or just for the night? Or just while we were in bed? Oh well, I'd figure more of it out tomorrow. And if need be, I could make her forget it if something went wrong. Now was not the time to scheme. Now was the time to appreciate the perfection of the past hour. Angela was a special girl. And she was mine to do with as I pleased. And for now, it pleased me to make her happy.