Chapter 6

"I mean, you're Joey..?" I froze.

The heavy electric guitar riff began as a continuation of the last track in my head like the sound of distant thunder. There were a few moments of silence when it sounded like a tune was escaping from the speakers, but finally, the guitar turned into lyrics, and there were no more thoughts to accompany the band. I iced, breathing so heavily with my hands right by my sides, feeling like they were paralized. My entire body trembled from within, and as he saw me so rigidly with my lips slightly parted.

"Hey, what's wrong? Did I say anything wrong?" He held me as I was gradually slipping to the ground. Nothing I could answer. 

Nothing anyone I could say. He pulled me up, back to my feet. He didn't make me stand. He just grabbed my arm and put it across his shoulders, and wrapped his arms around my body. He did not let go. I have no idea what was going through my mind. I couldn't form words to answer his question. My eyes were wide open and streaming with tears and he took in every single emotion I had. Illusions are what you create when you have something that cannot be seen with the physical eye but only with a more advanced consciousness, a higher capacity for seeing things that only exists inside your mind. But I didn't let go of my thoughts, because I wanted to know. I wanted him to see me in all my splendor, as I saw myself when I was in a dream. I knew that if he looked closely enough, he could read my hidden secrets.

Joey's point of view was a knowing look, but I could tell his jaw was clenched tight. Before I could speak any more emotions from him, he said, "please, hang on okay", pulling me into his arms. Though I was almost completely drained of strength, I could still hear his voice, faintly. I can still feel the heat of his hands and the tingle of electricity on my skin as his soft and moist lips pressed against my forehead, and I could smell his wonderful scent. That smile that illuminated his face made everything he said seem totally worth it. His eyes were filled with a knowing, but his smile shone from within a pure love that was blinding. As I held onto him tightly, my entire body tingled with electricity as his thoughts began to flow inside my head and build a trust inside my soul that carried me to a new place. One that I had never thought I could be a part of. Overwhelmed by these feelings, I reached for him and I wrapped my hands around his neck, and pulled him into a tight embrace as he lifted me off the ground. I have never felt more connected to a man than the one I was holding right now. Through his dark and quiet passion, I was able to shed the fog of recent memories and heal the pieces of my heart in a way no one had been able to heal me from the past. His strong arms engulfed me, and he began to weave a pattern in the air as he laid me down on my couch. Good a thing that we were just at my doorstep. 

"Come on girl, just be strong, okay?" He said, fixing his gaze on me.

His eyes closed and I melted into his soul. We were the only ones left in the house. Slowly, he closed the distance between us and he leaned down and pressed his lips to my forehead. My face turned hot with embarrassment as I returned back to myself, but he continued this until I broke away from his kiss, letting him look at me. When he returned his face, he shook his head and mouthed to me, I'm sorry, but it was more than I could take. He laid his hand on my forehead and smoothed down my hair, and paused right behind, pushing my head slowly to his face as he said, "it's for the best". I felt his heartbeat through the thick wall of his chest. 

At this moment, my heart sank deep into my stomach and I had no words to say to him. In my mind I tried to think how I was going to put this into words, but there was nothing I could come up with to say. I just laid there with my head a little bit elevated by his warm arm, staring at him and all I could say was that "I love you and I don't want you to leave". It was the most amazing feeling that ever happened to me just like that. I wanted to cry. I never thought that this would happen. But then, he pulled out of me and leaned back again, and kissed my forehead. I remained helpless until he said, "I'm ready to get intimate with you now. Yes or no? Cos I love you, and you love me too. So lay back on the couch and let me see you smile like this is the greatest moment of your life, and I'll just lower you down and kiss your stomach and fondle your legs."

At this point, I was speechless. His words left me speechless, and with my heart palpitation and warmth of the bed reached a high level of intensity and I couldn't stop my body from twitching. What I felt was the fact that he felt that I needed his love and touch. The connectivity was just so real at our first sight physically like we've met before. 

The minutes went by and all that I could feel was my body trembling like it was vibrating in the air of passion and exhaustion. I can't really say how it felt, oh yeah... don't know the exact words to use, but with the sight of his bulging huge cock in his shorts already in my mind's eye, I wanted to see it with my own eyes, and feel it against my back, and for it to slip down between my legs. And on the spur, I wanted him to let out some gasps. And what's more, I really wanted to know exactly what its texture was like because for some reasons that I couldn't even imagine. His touch made my pussy respond in waves, and I thought I was going to explode in want with a wetness like I had never experienced all my life as I was shaking like a leaf facing the sweet torture of the breeze, and my hands on the couch, feeling so helpless.

He slowly peeled my shorts down, his eyes locked with mine, he undid my fly and it only took him a moment to peel my blouse off, I could see it in his eyes that he really wanted me. But I hadn't done anything to him yet, everything was going perfectly. He didn't know about my hunger or my wants. He pulled down his own shirt and when I felt his hard cock piercing against my tommy, I rolled my eyes. I was saying I was hungry and I had an intense hunger in me and I needed to satisfy that. My mind was so mushy I could barely talk, as I let my pants go to the floor. He pushed closer and I felt like he wanted to kiss me, but he slowly digged into my pussy with his stiff and meaty fingers. He felt so amazing. He took his cock out of his boxers and flirted with my clit. I closed my eyes,  wanting to relax, but everytime, my mind was seeing my very own lover just out of eyeshot. This hard penis impaling itself in my wet pussy, I fought against it. It was making me want him even more. Then he sucked me, just like a lascivious man likes to suck a girl, like a lucky girl I had dreamed of. He sucked for a while like a lukewarm bowl of soup, then he kissed my forehead. He went back down me, moved his tongue up and down in spiral, and there was no way I could stop him as he gave me what he called, "a very passionate suck", just like my own personal self wash.

My pussy closed and he opened it wide and put his huge cock in me, it was so huge and tasty, I was overwhelmed. He pumped it so hard that it hurt, but yummy. He said he was "making a guy for me". And then he pumped again, until he filled me up completely and then pumped again and again. We both cried out as he fucked me for the hundredth time. I felt so much juice inside of me as it flowed heavily deep into my orange well. He brought out his dick, it was coated with white waxy pussy cream and he stroked it, with his palm wrapped around it.

 But one thing I was yet to understand was what he meant by, "I'm making a guy for you".