Dress

"Oh, Hon, yes!" I moaned passionately, my voice a mix of desire and pleasure, as I rode him with fervor.

The intensity was building, a fire of lust and love consuming every inch of my body as I moved up and down, lost in the sensation of being connected with this man who had my heart.

Keep going, babe," he whispered, his voice laced with need, his body still beneath me. His hands were exploring my curves, massaging and caressing with devotion; his attention was entirely focused on me. I let out a gasp, unable to contain the pleasure that was coursing through me.

"Oh my, Hon... that feels amazing," I managed to say, my hips moving rhythmically above him. His skilled fingers played with my hardened nipples, sending waves of arousal through me and heightening the sensations.

Driven by my desire, I continued the passionate rhythm, with the friction between us intensifying. My body trembled with need, craving more of him. With closed eyes, I savored every movement and every connection between our bodies. It had been two years since we committed to staying strong as a couple, and the bond between us had only grown deeper.

Garrison never ceased to make me happy; his constant efforts to make me feel cherished and desired melt my heart day by day. This scene had become a part of our routine, a cherished time dedicated to our love and connection. It was almost like living in our version of "Fifty Shades of Grey," minus the elaborate props.

Garrison was more than enough for me; his presence alone drove me wild. As I continued to ride him, I paused for a moment, opening my eyes to gaze down at him. Our eyes met, and a spark of intense emotion passed between us. I resumed my movements, my hips swaying back and forth, then leaning in to capture his lips in a hungry kiss.

As our bodies moved together, we shifted to a sitting position, his hardness filling me completely. I gasped, overwhelmed by the sensation of him so deep within me. The hunger for him intensified, aching with a mix of longing and pleasure.

"Oh, Hon, yes," I moaned as he left my lips and began to pepper kisses along my neck. His grip on my waist tightened possessively, as if he never wanted to let me go. His voice sent shivers down my spine, his words igniting my desire even more. "I love you, babe," he managed to say amidst his groans.

Unable to contain my emotions, I clung to him, wrapping my arms around him. "I love you too," I gasped in response. Our movements grew more frantic, a symphony of desire and connection. The peak was nearing, and pleasure was building to an almost unbearable level.

"Hon, I'm so close," I panted, holding onto him with a fierce grip. His hold on me tightened, matching my urgency.

"Me too, babe," he groaned in agreement. With each thrust and each movement, we pushed each other closer to the edge. The tension built, and the sensations consumed us completely.

"Yes, yes!" I cried out, the pleasure spiraling higher, my voice a melody of ecstasy.

"Let go, babe," he urged, his voice ragged but filled with determination.

And then it happened—our bodies reaching their climax together, the release washing over us like a tidal wave. The world seemed to disappear, leaving only us in a realm of pure sensation.

Afterwards, as our breaths slowly returned to normal, we gazed at each other with a mix of contentment and adoration.

"I love you, babe. Garrison's words were a constant reminder of his feelings, making me feel cherished beyond measure. I cupped his cheek, a tender smile gracing my lips.

"And I love you more," I whispered, sealing our connection with a sweet, lingering kiss.

A contented smile was playing on my lips, a fleeting result of a pleasant reverie. But, alas, the serenity was abruptly shattered as a resounding knock echoed through my room, jolting me from my thoughts. The jarring sound was swiftly followed by a harsh thud, the telltale sign that I had somehow managed to tumble out of my bed, landing unceremoniously on the floor.

With a groggy blink, I reluctantly opened my eyes, my body moving at a sluggish pace as I begrudgingly hoisted myself up, a mixture of irritation and vexation etching itself onto my features. It was an all-too-familiar annoyance.

A wave of disappointment washed over me as the realization sank in—I had been lost in the realm of dreams. The figure that frequented my slumber, a mysterious man whose face remained frustratingly indistinct, was once again a mere product of my mind's creation.

The only distinct detail I could recall was that tribal chest tattoo adorning his left side, extending from his chest down to his left shoulder—a unique mark etched into my memory. The enigmatic stranger haunted my subconscious, an enigma I yearned to decipher in the waking world.

"Who the hell are you?"

My train of thought was rudely derailed once more by an obnoxious thud on my door, accompanied by the shrill sound of my name being hollered:

"Penelope, for heaven's sake, will you drag yourself out of that sorry excuse for a bed? Time's ticking!"

An exasperated sigh escaped my lips, and I summoned all the restraint I had not to let out a full-blown eye roll. With a begrudging pull of my lower lip between my teeth, I shot a glare at the door as if it were personally responsible for my irritation. Then, with all the enthusiasm of a reluctant sloth, I hoisted myself up from the clutches of my cozy haven.

"Fine, I'm moving!" I snapped back, my words laced with enough annoyance to make it clear that this was not the way I wanted to start my day.

Reluctantly, I shuffled over to the door and twisted the doorknob, fully expecting it to be ripped from its hinges by the sheer impatience of my dear grandmother.

Guess what?

My expectations weren't betrayed. The door swung open, and there stood my grandmother, looking like she could summon a thunderstorm with her glare alone. She eyed me up and down as if inspecting a broken vase at an antique store, then proceeded to bulldoze her way into my room like an indignant rhinoceros.

Just what I needed to brighten my morning.

"Oh, this is great!" I muttered with sarcasm.