A fire burning deep inside

The fire was burning, a tingling running over my skin. Images of the night before running through my mind. My memories of last night turning into pleasure today. The blow job in the car, replaced by rubbing on my clit. Getting fucked in the car, turning into my nipples feeling like they were being licked. The shower to get ready for round three, slowly becoming a full on tongue lashing on my pussy.

The dream – it has to be a dream, the feeling is too good. I try to wiggle as the rest of the night comes back into focus. I slept at some random guy’s house. My back starting to arch, trying to drive into the phantom sensation pushing this dream along. Not only slept, but slept topless. My nipples tingling from a slight pinch. Cuddling with a random guy, my second one night stand in as many nights. I reach down to work towards the release this dream needs, however I can’t. Something is blocking my hand from getting to my slit. I open my eyes to see that random guy’s head positioned between my legs.

This wasn’t a dream, Josh was causing my body to respond this way.

As my fingers started to play wit his hair, a soft moan escaped my lips. I shifted under Josh’s manipulation of me – giving him more assess to anything and everything he wanted. I could feel his motions, his breath, his tongue – all pushing me towards release. Building up, getting me closer and closer to where my mind wanted me to be. My moans becoming loud and loud. My entire body shaking under him.

I could feel his lips move up and his fingers enter me, filling my tunnel. The dance he makes them do, keeping me forever on the edge.

But no matter the angle, the speed, the dance or anything – all I can do is moan and wiggle under his masterful articulation of my body.

But, after what feels like forever but was probably only a few minutes – I push him off. My body so on fire that what was once pleasant is changing to painful due to the extremely sensitivity being this turned on has caused.

“I don’t know what’s wrong, it feels great, but I… I just can’t finish. Maybe we can try again after breakfast?” I offer, hoping the break will allow my sensitivity to return to normal.

While I could see the look of rejection in his face, Josh slowly removes himself from me and without a word walks out the door and turns into the bathroom.

My mind can barely focus – but there is always something that helps in the morning – coffee.

However, since my clothes are still a two-person job to put on, I grab the towel from last night and head towards the kitchen. I quickly realize that Josh’s roommate is home, and awake, as there are already smells coming from the kitchen. But my potential embarrassment is put on hold as the smell of fresh coffee gives me the power to see what else this morning will bring me.

As I enter the kitchen, the roommate must have heard me coming because as soon as I turn the corner I am met with two things: a nice cup of coffee, and a face I have seen before.

It’s Pete from Thursday night.