Page 48 of Tell Me I'm Not Dreaming
AIMEE & PATRICK
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AIMEE
Aimee and her new friend stand butt naked in the bedroom, running their hands all over each other. He picks her up by her hips and holds her close. He walks slowly backward until he bumps into something. Then he slowly lowers her onto the bed before laying on top of her and feeling her body. His hands have made their way to her breasts, and he massages them before his tongue finds her nipple. He flicks it a few times before taking the whole thing in his mouth. He squeezes it as he suckles on her nipple. Aimee writhes in pleasure.
“Oh!” she moans as he bites her.
He somehow manages to stride the fine line between pleasure and pain.
Aimee’s sense of smell is intense right now. The stranger’s cologne is spellbinding. He smells like, if BDE (big dick energy) were a scent, and she’s loving every whiff. She feels his hands all over her. They move so fast, as if he’s trying to touch as much of her body as possible. His hands go from her thighs to her ass before rubbing on her clit. He maps out her body like he knows it by memory.
“Slow down, cowboy. I’m not going anywhere,” she purrs.
“I know you’re not. Not as wet as that pussy is. It’s aching too, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” she whines.
He rubs his nose against the skin of her chest as he makes his way to her neck and sniffs her.
“Fuck! I can’t believe I’ve never tried this before. My other senses are going crazy. I can’t stop touching, smelling, and tasting you,” he says.
“I know! I haven’t even gotten a chance to return the favor.”
“You’re right. I guess I am a bit eager.” He chuckles. “But you smell so incredible, and I can’t help it. I want to lick every inch of your fine ass.”
“How do you know I’m fine?”
He traces his tongue against her neck making her moan. “My boy would never steer me wrong. Besides, I can tell.”
Her hands land on his chest and explore his stomach, ass and back. This man is muscles on top of muscles. The hard planes of his body make her mouth water. She takes him by his face and kisses him, missing his mouth and kissing his chin.
She giggles. “Sorry.”
“No worries.” He kisses her.
Soon, their tongues are intertwined. His hands are all over her ass. Aimee lowers her hands and wraps her palm around his dick.
She wraps her legs around his middle and thrusts her pussy forward, grazing his dick as she jerks him off. He breaks the kiss and grabs the back of Aimee’s neck. “You want this dick, baby?”
“Yes, please.”
“Mmm, I like how you say please. Say it again.”
“Please, sir. May I have some dick?” she says in a horrible British accent.
He bursts out laughing.
“Yes, you may,” he answers. “But I’ve got a question for you. Can I come in you?”
“Yes. Thank you for sending your test results, by the way.”
“No problem.”
He pushes himself inside her.
“Ohhh, fuck. You’re fucking big,” Aimee chokes out.
