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Eric stands up and gazes into my eyes as he begins to undress himself. With each button on his shirt, he stares deeper into my eyes as if he is touching my soul.
My body shivers with excitement. He is intently watching my facial expressions as he pleases me, and I am completely turned on.
Eric's hand's draw down to his pants, and he slowly unbuttons his jeans. As he pulls them from his legs, he continues to watch me and focus on my eyes.
Completely nude, Eric climbs back upon me. I can feel him reach down and grab himself. He then tenderly pushes inside of me. Feeling him inside of me is like nothing I have ever felt before. My insides begin to tremble, and I want to gush.
Trying to keep focus on him so deep inside me, I thrust my hips against him, forcing him even further inside. Eric slowly eases in and out of me, allowing me to feel every inch of his erection.
While thrusting inside of me, Eric grabs my hair and moves it from my face. He places his lips on my neck and softly kisses my moist skin.
Eric increases the speed inside of me and my neck arches back. Letting out a moan, Eric too lets out a groan. This tells me he loves how I feel.
As my inner walls begin to pulse, I can tell I am close to reaching climax.
Right before reaching this point, my body jolts almost like an electrical shock wave has been administered.The quake is so intense my entire frame nearly elevates from my bed.
Coming back from this blissful state, I open my eyes and look around my room. There is no Eric. We are not at my dining room table. The only thing in bed with me is my comforter and pillows.
I can feel my sheets are somewhat soaked. I spring from my bed and grab a hand towel to wipe myself clean.
My breath remains in nearly a pant, and my body is covered with sweat. I realize this dream was so real and so explicit it feels as if Eric were here. To my dismay, this was only a dream and nothing more. It is my conscience giving me what my ego desires and nothing more.
Feeling let down, my wish is that what just happened was real rather than something occurring during a heavy sleep.
Damn, if Eric can do that to me in a dream, I wonder what he is like in reality?
Waking up the following day, my stomach is filled with guilt over the dream I had. Mainly because these thoughts and these dreams should not be happening. All I can think of is Jenna's hair on fire in a rage. I wish I could call her and talk to her about Eric and this dream.
I feel the need to talk to someone. Maybe I can call Jenna and tell her about the dream but not mention who was in it with me? Would she catch on?
No longer being able to control myself or my emotions, my finger hits call on my phone. It's as if I am possessed and call Jenna.
"Hey Aria, how are you?"
"Hey, I am okay. How are you?"
"Good. What's up? You sound somewhat rattled?"
"I kind of am. I had a dream, and I cannot shake it."
"What kind of dream?" Jenna asks.
"One that has made me internally and externally shaken. One that has filled me with so much pleasure but so much guilt my stomach is in knots."
"Really? Who was this dream about? Sounds pretty heavy," Jenna says.
"Um, well, it was about this guy I met. I really like him, but it is complicated. This dream felt so real, I literally had to wipe myself off." I laugh.
"Wow! That must have been some dream. Have you told me about this guy yet?" Jenna's voice comes across like a police investigator.
"I may have mentioned him. I met him at work. He is the son of one of our clients." I lie straight through my teeth.
"Hm, I don't recall you mentioning him. What does he look like?"
"He is around six-feet tall, dark skin, wavy brown hair, hazel eyes and he is chiseled."
"That sounds like you are describing my brother."
