“God, yes,” I cry out, completely surrendering to him. Then he moves his hands, bracing the back of the seat, and shows no mercy as he crashes into me. I want to scream, but I hold back, closing my eyes, letting my body enjoy the building of the sensation. My world begins to spiral, the most marvelous feeling. I tighten my * muscles hard and Bain grunts out violently. Reaching up, I clamp my hand over his mouth and watch as he comes deep inside me. My body no longer can resist and I let go, spiraling, spinning, and twirling every which way.
Pure, candid bliss covers me. Everything rocks from my head to my toes and I enjoy every last minute of it. Finally, I come back to reality. Looking at the sexiest man alive. He kisses my nose then pulls his cock out of me. Reaching for a few tissues, he hands them to me. “Thank you,” I respond, cleaning myself up.
“Thank you,” he says adjusting himself back into his pants, then reaches for the chilled bottle of champagne and asks, “Is this for us?”
I nod my head, watching him untwist the wrapping around the cork. He smiles pointing it at me. “You wouldn’t dare,” I tell him.
“Oh, I would. But only if you were bent over and it was sure to hit your ass.”
“Bain,” I screech, putting my hands up to block him. He tilts the bottle down and I really begin to get nervous. He wouldn’t…would he?
Then he points it straight up and the cork flies to the ceiling, crashing hard. I smirk at him, watching him take two champagne flutes in one hand and so gracefully fill them while the car takes a turn. He sets the bottle back in the ice and hands me a glass, getting particularly close to me.
Looking into my eyes, he stares before saying anything.
“I love you so much,” I tell him.
“I love you, Arion. I don’t think I’ve told you with everything that’s happened and gone on, but thank you. Thank you for making me the happiest man alive and for choosing me. I honestly could not live without you. You are my angel and a blessing.”
Tears gloss over my eyes as we clink our glasses. He’s never really said anything like that to me before. Taking a small sip, I look at him and know I made the right decision, without a doubt. I am 100% confident that Bain is the only one for me.
Fuck, her lips are so good, so soft. I’ve waited forever for her to kiss me like this. Kissing her back, I look down at her naked, precious body, not waiting another second before sinking my cock inside.
As my flesh touches her, she gasps and I wonder how in God’s name I lasted this long without her. My breathing is dense; I don’t want to fuck this up. But her eyes tell me that everything is okay, so I proceed. Loving how her tight, pink cunt feels against my skin, like a vice around me. Gently, I begin moving, savoring our time together…
Looking down, I blink a few times, Arion is not with me. My hand is clenched around my dick, and it’s hard and throbbing. Letting my head fall back, the sickness that is my life takes over. What am I going to do without her? I release some of the tension in my hand, but notice right away how good it feels to keep a tight grip, so I hold myself harder. Closing my eyes, I begin to move my hand and for the first time in a long time, I let myself enjoy the pleasure.
My mind races and I go back to my dream, Arion’s body so perfectly laid beneath mine. I can still picture every little detail about her. From the way her lips part when she pants during sex to how her body bows giving into the sensation.
Picturing her like that is the biggest turn on, and I jerk myself hard, already close to climax. My balls bounce with each movement and I pray to God neither of my parents catch me. But the feeling is too great, a wave of pleasure takes over. The need to come so immense, that my body burns and I let go, envisioning only those sweet lips around my cock as I release. However, my reality is quickly put into check. There are no lips. She is not here and…she never will be.
Though the feeling was amazing, and something I’ve been deprived of for quite some time, it is quickly washed away. Now here I lie in the pathetic, pain-staking reality that is my existence. Sitting up, I take my shirt off and clean myself, then decide to get up and take a quick shower, because the moment I lie back down, everything is too painful.
The shower doesn’t help. I’m not sure what I was hoping it would do, but for some reason, today things just seem…harder. I’m angrier and feel more hopeless than ever. Looking down at my pathetic stub of a leg, I can’t wait for my prosthetic appointment. Maybe that will help me a little more. Maybe if I could walk on my own and help myself the way I used to, I would start to feel like the old me.
As I sit on the edge of my bed and dry myself, my cell phone vibrates. Looking at the screen, I notice it’s Nash. I answer it, knowing anything at this point will take my mind off of Arion and the depression I seem to be in today.
“What’s up, bro?” he says in his usual chipper tone.
“Not much, just getting going for the day. You?”
“I’m about to go look at this sick spot for a gym, wanna come?”
My automatic response is no and then I look around my room. Realizing I have absolutely nothing better to do today. “Where is it?”
“North Jersey, so it’s a bit of a drive, but I’m almost to your house, so we should be able to make good time if you’re ready.”
“What? You’re already on your way?”
“Yeah, is that a problem?”