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Dreams To Reality
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Maximillian walked over to Stephen, who was sitting on her bed. Maximillian smiled inwardly, she knew he would come. The fact he was here showed her intuition had not been too much of a leap. The other night she saw his eyes light with anticipation of this day and knew she would be on his mind until this moment.
Maximillian smirked. Not bad for the girl who sat quietly in the shadows. He was staring at her not knowing what to say and probly questioning his choice in coming.
"Hello Stephen." She smiled slyly and coolly. "I am happy to see you here." She took the combs out of her hair. Jet-black curls fell on her cappuccino shoulders.
"I am still unsure why you have sought me out so diligently." He was watching her with keen precision. His gaze was unwavering, but holding the answer, she sought.
She bit her lip gingerly. "Stephen, come now, let's not act virginal."
Stephen's eyes brightened, he laughed. "This must be a joke." He licked his lips, which made him seem uncomfortable.
She was tired of talking. She stepped out of her dress and let it pool at her feet. She watched the surprise register in his face. She could not help but chuckle. She stood in front of him wearing only red lace boy shorts and a matching bra.
His eyes scanned her body. Her long brown legs looked even longer in the red pumps. Her black tresses framing her face and shoulders. The curve of her stomach perfect and defined. The red lace boy shorts making her look all the more ample and her hips so much more enticing. Her skin looked suppler more soft.
She bit her lip and took off her shoes. "Do you still want to talk?"
"Maximillian, I am in no mood for a game. If this is what you are intending then let me be on my way."
She rolled her eyes. "Please stop talking. I want you to make love to me with actions."
He looked as if he was fighting against his desire with amusement. Why wasn't he taking her seriously? She began to loosen his tie. "You are still seeing me as Max, your childhood friend. That is not who I am right now." She said seriously. She gently kissed him on his lips. "I am no longer that quiet mouse in the corner.
She began working on taking off his collared white, dress, and shirt. He was kissing her lightly on the neck. Still not, where she wanted this meeting to end but at least she had his cooperation.
Slowly she began to unbutton the fly of his well-tailored dress pants. She quickly looked up at him and then back to her task. His erection sprang free the moment she pulled the zipper down. A dull ache began to pulse in her body. Her desire and nerves began to work as she looked at it.
It stood perfect, straight and tall. The tip was swollen and glistening with his desire and need for her. She took her hand and touched him. His dick felt so hot and heavy. The skin felt taunt and stretched, as if velvet was pulled over marble. She took her hand away.
"Do not tell me you are stopping now." He quietly asked. His voice was dripping with want.
Maximillian recovered quickly. "No, of course not. It is just I need your help getting into the right mood."
He gave her a boyish grin. "What is that?"
She smiled brightly and sat on the bed with him. Maximillian had gained his undivided attention. She opened her legs wide, so he could see everything.
A blush touched his pretty malto skin. At least she was not the only one who was shy. She gently turned his head to hers and kissed him slightly on the lips.
"No look at me."She whispered an inch from his lips.
Maximillian quickly licked her lips before sliding her hands down the length of her body. She hoped her nerves wouldn't fail her. His gaze followed her hand. His eyes were dark and alert. Her hands went further until she touched herself intimately. At first, she did so shyly until she noticed his interest. His gaze devoured her. She closed her eyes touching herself.
She touched her clit. It was stiff and throbbing. She willed herself to trace the outline with her finger. To tease him, at the same time teasing herself. She felt herself getting wet and then even more impossibly wet.
He was breathing harshly and it excited her. She was making him feel this way. He wanted to be inside of her, to move deep into her, and she had accomplished this. It made her feel powerful. She was no longer that quiet, non-noticeable, girl. She was the object of his desire.
He began to move towards her. "No" She pushed him slightly. "Not yet."
She kissed him on the neck and ran her hand down his dick. She heard him groan and she stopped. "Touch yourself."
"What?"
She kissed him on the lips getting lost in this building passion. Her body was starting to quiver at his touch. "Touch yourself."
She watched patiently as he began to do as instructed. His hand glided down his dick and she shuddered in desire. He stared at her confidently. He held her gaze and she couldn't look away and began to kiss him. He unhooked her bra and laid her down on the pillow.
He look one of her nipples in his mouth and gently sucked. His finger brushed her clit making her bite her lip. He began to rub her in a circular motion. Her eyes drifted close as she became lost in this desire. She started moaning. Her hips moved towards him wanting more of him.
He began kissing her neck and he stuck his dick in her throbbing pussy. She moaned in delight. She grabbed his shoulders. Thrusting her hips to meet his. She wanted him in deeper. She spread her legs wider.
He was moaning in her ear setting her body on fire. She couldn't stop her voice from rising as he continued to slowly glide in and out of her.
She felt liquid heat running down her ass crack. She could hear the sloshing of her pussy as he dove deep in her.
"You're so fucking wet." He whispered before kissing her.
She couldn't say anything all she could do was keep moaning, being swept away on a tide of passion.
"Let me ride you." she told him flipping him on his back.
She moved up and down on his dick. She loved how hard he was. She just lost all control. She rode him hard and furiously. They were both loud and she was screaming practically.
The sweat from her body dripped on his. She felt his body go stiff as he exploded inside of her. Her insides felt warm as she continued to ride him, as he got soft. She felt her own body begin to explode as cum drizzled from her and fell down her thighs.
She collapsed on him. All those days of dreaming never compared to this. Finally, she had shred all memories of that old person. She got up and put her dress back on.
"It was nice seeing you again Stephen." She took her wedding ring out of her purse and put it back on before she put her hair back up. She put her red pumps back on before walking out the door.
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