u/Slight-Raccoon176

Laid in bed, unable to sleep, thoughts start to creep in… We’ve all been there.
Thinking of all the things we’d rather not be, old memories filling our heads without having been given permission to enter, the subconscious taking over when we need it the least.

That happens to me often, usually its terrible thoughts or magnificent ones… and every so often, they get a little… dangerous.
The danger usually comes from thinking of him.. I shouldn’t think about him. He makes me spiral, drives me utterly insane… but my god, the thoughts are incredible.
So every now and then, I let it in… I think, imagine… remember… like tonight.. tonight I remembered.

I climbed into bed, naked as usual, and curled up under the sheets. I was trying to sleep, but the thoughts came one after the other.. flashes of his face, words whispered in my ear, fingers on my skin…

I tried to push It away, like I always did, but something stopped me. I could feel my entire body almost shuddering at the thoughts, my pussy heating up between my thighs and I was suddenly very aware of how horny I was.
I turned onto my back and let my legs fall apart and I gave into the thoughts that led me there.
Walking in and him telling me to get undressed, the feel of his beard against the skin of my face as he kissed me hard and the way his hands around my body, pulling me into him so I felt like I could never get away.
The safety I felt was unimaginable, I melted into him every time, my fingers wrapped in his hair, tracing down is jawline as I took in the sight of his eyes piercing into mine.
My entire body would react to his touch and the same was happening tonight from the thought alone… I was too turned on to melt right now, too worked up to think about any feelings we shared.. I just wanted to remember the rest.

Thrown down onto the bed now, usually giggling at him like the nervous wreck I always was, his hand wrapped around my throat telling me to shut up with a smile that told me to carry on anyway.
I recreated the motions, my own hand placed around my throat and a gentle squeeze then movement… down my body, lightly over one rock hard nipple..
The thought of him sat between my thighs, taking the sight of me in while I was sprawled over his bed sheets, naked, vulnerable and desperate for him.
The thought of his cock, hard and stood to attention, ready for me like it always was.

My hands moved further now, over my stomach, still seeing his face smirking down at me, imagining the feel of him sat there, the heat emanating from him, his hands running over my body.
My hand finally reached my pussy, and I was soaked just like I always was for him.
My body had always reacted to him (and apparently still would) in such an obvious way. I always hated that it gave me away so easily, but id give him everything if he asked right now.
My fingers toying over my clit as i thought about the feel of his hard cock against me, teasing me, how he’d move me into whatever position he wanted me in easily and id comply with no fight.

Down again, finding my hole, running my fingers around the edges, soaking wet and swollen enough that I could feel it obviously with a little tickle over it. I could almost feel the perfect alignment of him against my entrance, the memory so sharp it was almost like pain, the anticipation building as I remember and tease myself with my own fingers.
Before finally, I gave in.

Nothing had faded around the memory of him sliding inside for the first time, nothing could ever come close to that feeling… and believe me, ive tried to find it.
I pushed two fingers inside, firm and deep, they slid in with ease, my pussy was basically dripping at this point and I gasped as I put the action and memory together.
I heard him too, “fuuck”
We fit together perfectly, like his cock was made for my pussy… like there would never be anything that could fit so right, so well, unless you cloned the two things.

I was gone now, lost in the thought,  the scent of him filling my airways, the gasps and moans filling my head… and the feeling.. my god the feeling.
I pushed another finger inside, filling myself to the point of stretching, pushing as deep as I could, trying to emulate the feeling that was filling my mind.
My body was arching wildly, jolting and pushing down against my hand as I thrust in and out, the sound of my own breathing and sound of how wet I was every time I re-entered almost drowned out by my own imagination.
Without hesitation and without any control, I said the words out loud…
“Please cum inside me…”

I loved it when he filled me up, all I ever wanted was to feel his hot cum shooting deep inside me, then slowly dripping back out later on.
My own orgasm wasn’t far away at this, and while my mind was elsewhere, my body was responding happily to every thought I had, responding to every thrust of my fingers, every grind down that caught my clit against the palm of my hand.
And as I imagined him, breath heavy, rhythm changing as he emptied himself inside me, I heard him clear as day…
“You’re such a good girl”
And I came, harder than I had in longer than I cared to remember.
My pussy gushed out around my fingers, clenching so hard that it pushed them out along with the cum flowing out of me.

I laid, breath rapid and broken, my body shuddering properly now, a feeling of bliss running through my veins.
Suddenly I was exhausted, and my mind went back to him planting a little kiss on my head, a feeling of complete safety… and I drifted off to sleep in the messy little damp patch he still got me to make without even touching me.