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I nodded my head. “Yes, Neil. Please let me feel you.” I said, almost begging him. I was so turned on and wet. I wanted to feel more of him, all of him. I needed to feel every bit of pleasure he could bring me.
Neil laid down next to me. “You should get on top. That way you can go at your own pace.” He said.
I gave him a small nod and then straddled him. I slowly lowered myself onto him. I felt the head of his dick at my whole, pressing, trying to get inside. I lowered myself a little farther down and I felt him enter me a little bit. I braced myself for the pain as I lowered myself even more, but there was no pain. Only pleasure.
I lowered myself all the way onto him and I gasped from the pleasure.
“You’re so tight.” He said.
I moved my body up and down, bouncing on his large dick. It was an almost indescribable pleasure. The feeling of him fully inside of me, my body moving with his, was amazing. It was pure ecstasy.
“This feels so good.” I said to him as I leaned forward and placed my hands on his chest to get a good grip. I moved my body up and down, allowing myself to slide on his dick.
Neil wrapped his arms around my back and pulled me forward. He began to fuck my pussy with his dick. He moved himself so quickly that I thought he might burst through me. And then he stopped. “Bend over” He said to me and I nodded my head in response. I moved myself off of him, which was almost torturous. I wanted to keep riding him
I bent over in front of him and I felt him slide a finger inside of me. He moved it around, slowly causing me to wiggle my ass a little bit. He pulled his finger out and then I felt him pressing into it.
He leaned into me and whispered, “Tell me how bad you want it.”
“So bad, Neil. I want it so bad. Please fuck me.” I begged.
Neil pushed and I suddenly felt him inside of me. He moved his hips, thrusting in and out of me. He started moving faster and faster. He had me calling out, my body was tensing.
“I’m gonna come.” Neil said as he thrusted harder and deeper inside of me.
I felt myself getting closer, a build-up of pleasure that had been slowly building up for years now. I felt myself on the edge of the most beautiful orgasm ever and suddenly I rolled my head back, closed my eyes, and began moaning so load. I was having my first official orgasm and it was the best feeling of my whole entire life.
The sound of my alarm going off, startled me from my sleep. I sat up, disoriented and reached for my clock to shut the noise off. I was panting and sweaty. But I felt so relaxed. I thought about the dream I had just had. I was having sex with Neil. It had felt so real, though I wasn’t really sure what sex felt like, I had an idea. I was also, ninety-nine percent sure that I had just had an orgasm from a dream.
It had been almost two weeks since Courtney had told me about Neil’s father passing away. I hadn’t been able to get the conversation out of my head. I hadn’t been able to get Neil out of my head. It was more than a little bit unnerving after spending years trying to achieve that very thing.
Even now, trying to get ready for work, I could feel him in the back of my head, trying to make his way up to the front again. It was a place he’d occupied for quite some time, for several years after he’d made what he liked to call his “escape” from Ashville. It felt shockingly natural to let him come right back to it again. That was something I couldn’t let happen. It was awful, what had happened to his dad, but that didn’t make him any more a part of my life now than he had been before Courtney had told me what happened. I would do well to remember it.
“You’re just being silly, Fay,” I whispered to myself, feeling downright foolish, and also aware that I was going to be late to work if I didn’t get my ass in gear. “Cut it out.”
I nodded to myself, as if my pitiful attempt at a self-reprimand was actually going to do any good, and hurried out of my front door. I managed to get out and get the door locked before it caught my eye; the thing that completely stopped me in my tracks.
“Oh my God.”
My voice sounded flat in my own ears and some vague, far away feeling part of my brain wondered if I was in some kind of shock or something. The voice wasn’t present enough to really gain any traction. It was even less authoritative than the voice I’d used to reprimand myself, which seemed like a dismally impressive thing to be able to say.
The light I saw in the Driscoll house was enough to make me feel like I had been hit by a bus, or something even more destructive. The house I was living in was the house I had grown up in, left to me when my mother had suddenly passed away when I was eighteen years old. It was also the house that had a prime view of the Driscoll residence, which sat high up on a hill I could clearly see from my front porch.
I had seen light pouring out of its windows plenty of times over the years, which only made sense, seeing as it was where Neil’s dad continued to live after Neil moved on and never looked back. There hadn’t been any lights on since Mr. Driscoll had passed away, but that didn’t mean anything. Or at least, it didn’t have to mean anything, although it could have.
“No,” I hissed at myself, actually starting to get a little pissed at myself by that point. “It doesn’t, okay? It means nothing. Now get to work.”
I nodded to myself as if somebody else had given me the instruction instead of it having been delivered by me, to me. I headed to my car. I was acting like a complete basket case. I knew it, and I didn’t like it one bit. There was absolutely no reason to think a stupid light in the Driscoll residence meant that Neil had come home.
They’d had a housekeeper for as long as I had known them, and it only made sense that she would be there to help clean the house up now that he was gone. Then there was the business manager, a man whose name I couldn’t remember at the moment, but who would very likely be there to help put the elder Driscoll’s home in order. There were all kinds of likely explanations and not a one of them involved Neil.
That was only wishful thinking, and what made it sting was that the thinking was based on a person I didn’t know anymore. Neil and I had been in a relationship that had meant more to me than I liked to admit, but that had been in a whole different life. We didn’t know each other now and never would again. A death in his family wasn’t going to change that. No matter how many romance novels I read.
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“Hey, girl! For a minute, I thought you really weren’t going to show up!”
“Hey, Court, I’m sorry. I guess I got off to a slow start.”
