THE CRUSH

THE CRUSH Seven years ago, the guy sleeping on the same bed as mine was just part of a world unreachable, so unreachable I tried to forget him. He was my crush but no matter how I tried to run away from my feelings, the string of fate just kept putting us together. He was literally the man of my dreams, he is always in my head. When he finally saw me as a woman and courted me, I had doubts. I turned him down. He didn’t stop though. After months, I said yes. Well, we’re long past young so we lived together. That means one thing. We do the thing you were all thinking. Aren’t I a lucky being? I get to share the same bed with my long-time crush. I smiled at the thought. I felt his body pressing on mine against the pillows and the soft mattress. "You don’t have to move." He whispered. Ah, this man could never have enough. He lifted the blanket and he roamed his hands on my bare back. He planted butterfly kisses everywhere there and his touch went down my thighs, then up to the sweet triangle between my legs. He parted my pvssy lips and fvcked me slow. He stopped for a while and searched for my hand. He held it with his and I just felt so secured. Everything about him makes me feel so safe, his breath, his scent, his eyes, his voice. They were things I want to hold dear. "You’re beautiful." He whispered again. His hips thrusting gently. He says that everytime as it’s my biggest insecurity. "You’re a treasure." His voice went ragged, he pumped on me now faster. "You’re mmm-mine. Haaa-- ughh-" He said. Staggering as he pushed his dck deeper. "H-harder, babe." I said as I knew this man is someone worth more than a million heartbreak. He flipped me over and sucked on my br3asts, his hands still holding mine and my legs braced his body close to mine, his mouth found mine and his kisses were torrid. He let go of my hand just to cup my chest and it excited me more. He sucked and licked my nips as his hip got busy ramming his throbbing c0ck deep into the perfect spots. As I feel like cvmming, I managed to get on top of him. I had my hand on his muscular chest to support my wobbly knees. Getting in this position just burried his shaft deeper. I think it’s poking right into my uterus. "Oooh-," he held his head back on the pillow. As I moved up and down, my head spun around. "B-baby, wait." I didn’t know why he asked me to stop. I am about to get off of him but he held me back in place. He just pushed some pillows behind his back so he could almost sit. "I’ll hold you." He said, placing his hands on each of my side. Then he guided me to move. I kissed him. This is a kind of man I needed. He never forgets to take care of me. The air smells like s3x and the sounds were just muffled moans and bodies colliding with each other. I buried his shaft hard as we both came together. Wet with sweat and cvm, he brushed some strands of hair off my face. He didn’t talk, he just stared at me. He smiled and softly kissed me. "Girl, will you marry me?" He asked, while I’m still on top of him. I might appear a bit dumb but I wasn’t able to process the question quickly. He reached under a pillow and got a a small box. That’s when I realized what was coming. He took the ring out and I just can’t do anything but allow my tears to fall. We were married for more than five years and now, we had a kid. We named him John.