Him

Elena watched for a while as her mother’s car pulled out of the driveway, she had made it through the entire night and could not wait to get into bed. She was very tired and her day had turned out okay. Much better than she expected it to be. It was so far, the best birthday she had ever had.

She was damned tired.

She walked away from the living area to the kitchen area and turned on the tap for a glass of water. Glass of water in hand, she strolled into her bedroom and dropped to the bed. She rolled over, took a sip of the water, and set the glass by her bedside table. She rolled back into the bed, her dinner clothes still on and within minutes she was drawn away to dreamland.

And then, she saw him again!

He, the beautiful stranger who had come to her dream one year ago, whom she had connected with like a magnet, whom she knew was a missing part of her, her soulmate.

Elena had felt his gaze piercing through her soul, his heart calling her to him. He looked at her so hard that she could feel his look on the surface of her skin.

Who could that be?

In her dream, Elena had walked towards him, the wind spreading her red waist-long hair apart, her white silk dress blowing away as if it could lift her lightweight away. She drew closer to him and could make out his features, he was tan and had brown eyes, his chest measured approximately 45inches, he stood at six feet and five inches, his waist a size thirty-four and biceps around 16 inches.

He was what Elena referred to as a body beast with his never-ending six-packs grazing his mid-region. She didn’t need to look too hard to see his hard manhood pressed against his already tight pants as if it wanted to break out of a cell.

she could not stop walking towards him and soon, her walk turned into a slow jug and ultimately a slow run. The beautiful stranger seemed to draw her in with his dark green eyes and by the time she got to him, she was panting and trying to catch her breath. The man closed the gap between the both of them and put his very strong hands on the edges of her shoulders, leaned downwards toward her ears, and whispered her name,

“Elena”

His voice was husky with a touch of gold. It was rich and full of darkness underneath it. He stepped back and his eyes dropped down to her body, pausing at her breasts, her nipples. She followed his gaze and her nipples stood hard, very hard and alert as if they had been touched with ice cubes. The wind blew again making her already hard nipples go stone cold. His eyes held command to them, telling her what he expected of her, and in obedience to them, she slipped off one shoulder of her white dress revealing her perfectly shaped shoulder blade. Then she looked up at him but he didn’t stop her, his eyes told her to keep going. She slipped off the other shoulder as she held unto the dress preventing it from revealing more than her shoulders.

Elena looked into his eyes again without speaking, his eyes suggested for her to go on. She brought down her dress stopping just above her nipples, allowing him to gaze on the lovely skin that enveloped her very round breasts; Elena held her gaze down, refusing to look up to his eyes as she allowed the dress to fall off to the ground, revealing her naked frame save for her white lace panties.

He gasped as his eyes enveloped her whole body.

The wind hit again and Elena shivered. She tried to pick up her dress but he stopped her. He put his arms around her and pulled her into a tight embrace. His body covered every part of her small frame except for her legs; sending the wind away from her. She felt the security in his embrace as he placed her gently on the bare grass.

Elena laid upwards, her face towards him, he towered across her and gently took off his only piece of clothing. His brown velvet pants were quick to come off revealing no underwear separating them from his hard manhood. He stood over her as if he meant to tease her with his beauty and she begged him with her eyes. They betrayed what her voice could not say, they asked him to take her in a way she had never been taken and he obliged. He descended on her as she opened up to receive every part of his huge self. But he did not go in rapidly. 

She tried to take his head closer to her opening but he would not bulge, his tongue did wonders around her thighs and everywhere around her core. He lifted her left leg to the sky and ran his tongue across it and just when she could not take it anymore, his hot lips and tongue descended on her until she let out a moan, a soft cry as she grasped the grass beneath her head. If pleasure was a person, that had to be it, she felt pleasure so pure it had to be divine. Elena could feel her blood boil as he nibbled at her clit, he licked it, drew it in, let it go, and repeated it over and over again. Until she felt the energy bursting from inside of her and spreading across her body as she released and poured out in total orgasm.

He gave her the devil’s smile before caressing her again, leading her unto another adventure of pleasure. She inched forward and grabbed his manhood, tried to put it into her but he moved away from her.

A little further and he was atop her, grazing between her medium-sized, very round breasts, her hands held them together, willing him not to stop as she raised her head forward to allow her tongue to graze the tip of his penis. He grazed her breasts with passion and she could not take it anymore. She just had to say the words she had been holding back,

“Please take me, make me yours,” Elena cried in pleasure

And as if he had been waiting for those words, he tipped her over on all fours, her back raised to him and he thrust himself inside of her. One stroke at a time, her inside walls expanded with pleasure to receive every bit of his manliness. With his hands pulling her to himself, they rode in direct rhythm, their bodies connecting and rendering them pleasure.

As the man thrust into her innermost self, he let go and ejaculated inside of her. His seed spread into her in harmony and glory as he let out her name,

“Elena”.