Him. His arms. His arms wrapped around my hips, the muscles tensing and untending again and again.
His lips. His lips pressed to my cunt making me see stars.
His tongue. His tongue giving me the third orgasm of the night.
"Oh fuck wait Jack..." I whine, though it was to no avail. He held me in place with his strong arms, holding my hips in place and against his face.
"Not done. Need more of you baby." And how could I argue with that? I was so desperate to cum on his tongue yet again.
I gripped his hair tightly to either push him away or pull him closer, I couldn't tell. He worked harder to get me over the edge, sucking my clit til it was sore, dipping his tongue in my cunt as he ate me like a starved animal.
"Fuck, yes! Jack I'm so close!"
As if on impact I came for a fourth time on his face, my back arching off the bed. He finally relented, pulling away from between my legs. When his eyes finally met mine, they were hazy with lust, my slick covering his mouth.
He kissed all the way up to my lips. Starting at my hips and leaving no stone unturned until he finally made his way to my face. I could taste myself on him but it didn't matter.
His lips were on mine, and he wanted me and I could be his. Even just for now.
"So perfect for me baby."
*ring ring ring*
My alarm. I slowly opened my eyes, adjusting to the light filtering in from my window.
Another dream. The third one this week.
He plagues my life, even my subconscious and he doesn't have a clue.
This is why I said I'd never have a male roommate. Can't fall for them and expect it to be reciprocated.
